Sybbie sat on a hill overlooking the estate, picking clover. It was almost like being a child again, and if it weren't for the dozen children of strangers playing in the field below, she could almost forget there was a war going on.
Charlie sat down beside her.
"I can see why you enjoy visiting here," he said, taking her hand.
"You said your father was here during the last war?"
"Yes, but my grandparents don't like talking about that."
"I can understand that."
The children ran in for dinner.
"So, are you ready to introduce me to your family?"