Our Time is Gone
“The world was taking shape again.
She was sitting up in the bed drinking milk from a cup and a nurse was standing by her. So her husband found her when he came into the ward, a larger ward than that at the Gelton General—a huge ward. And then he heard a laugh. Knew it was her laugh. Only Fanny could laugh like that. He saw the nurse leave the bed, saw her coming down the long passage between the beds. Mr. Fury saw a forest of heads, two rows of heads that bobbed up and down whenever the door opened. And now they saw Mr. Fury stop to speak to the nurse. They heard her laugh.
His wife was getting better. Yes, really getting better. In fact, she was worrying them now because she wanted to get up and go home.
‘You are Mr. Fury?’ she asked again.
‘That’s me, nurse,’ he said, looking beyond her, where his wife was drinking milk.
‘We’ve been hearing such tales about you,’ said the nurse, ‘such tales. Not too much talk now, Mr. Fury. Nothing exciting. We want Mrs. Fury to get well.
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