Black Saturday – Conclusion

Act Three

Gare de l’Est Station

Paris, France

Thursday, January 24, 1952

10:00 AM

Matt and Emily left their bags with the attendant at the check-in desk. “Merci.” Taking the receipt, Matt placed it in his coat pocket.

“Where to now?” Emily asked.

“I’m supposed to meet a contact at the Côté Café.” Matt with his right hand at the small of Emily’s back guided her through the station. They walked in silence towards tracks 10 and 11. Emily marveled at the architectural wonder of the station with its glass roof and domes and the impressive large painting depicting soldiers marching off to war that hung at the center of the station. Reaching the café, they sat down at one of the tables.

“Bonjour. Que voudriez-vous boire?” The waiter asked, putting down two napkins onto the table.

“Un café pour moi, s’il vous plaît.” Matt turned to Emily. “Emily?”

“The same.”

“Deux.” Matt held up two fingers.

“Oui monsieur.”

The waiter returned a few moments later placing two cups of coffee and a check down on the table. “Merci.”

Matt and Emily each took sips of their coffee. Matt scanned the café carefully, looking for his contact.

A haggard looking man walked over to their table. “I prefer Paris in the summertime.”

“So do I, but it’s impossible to get a cab,” Matt answered.

The man sat down at their table. “Stetson?”

Matt nodded his head. The man held out his hand to shake Matt’s. Matt felt the slip of paper make its way into his hand. He closed his fist. “It was nice meeting you; perhaps we can see each other again sometime.”

The man got up and walked out of the café.

Emily raised her eyebrows. “What was that all about?’

Glancing around the café, Matt carefully opened the note and read it. He sighed then rubbed the back of his neck. “Looks like we get to go on another train ride, my dear.”

“Where to now?”

“Gibraltar.”

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Gare d’Austerlitz Station

Paris, France

10:00 PM

The cab pulled in front of Gare d’Austerlitz Station. After stepping out and paying the driver, Matt grabbed their bags. They entered the station, and walked over to the ticket counter.

“Two tickets to Madrid.”

“I’m sorry, sir. I don’t have any private coaches available. Will a sleeping berth do?”

“Yes.” Matt paid the cashier.

The cashier handed Matt the tickets. “Your train leaves in one hour, from track nine.”

“Merci.”

“Madrid?” Emily looked at Matt confused.

“Madrid is as far as the tracks go. Then we’ll take a bus from Madrid to La Linea and finally a taxi over to Gibraltar. I’m sorry, but it’s the only way to do this trip.”

“I understand.”

Matt and Emily sat in the station lobby waiting for the announcement that their train was ready for boarding. Emily had just purchased a small teddy bear she had seen from a vender, thinking it might cheer up a sick Lee, when from the corner of his eye, Matt saw a group of men walking towards the ticket counter, pointing and asking questions.

“Damn!” he swore, trying to hide behind the station pillar.

“What?” asked Emily.

“Those men over there are Naguib’s lieutenants. They’re probably waiting for me to get onto the train to ambush me. They don’t want this message to get through. We’re going to have to find another way to get to Gibraltar.”

Emily looked down at her bag and smiled. “I think I have a way to get us onto that train.”

Matt looked at her in confusion. She picked up their bags and led Matt towards the ladies’ room. “Whoa, wait a minute. I can’t go in there.”

“Yes, you can.” She shoved him into the room.

Thirty minutes later Emily came out of the ladies’ room holding onto the arm of an elderly woman. Seeing a cane laying next to a bench, Emily grabbed it and gave it to Matt. “Here, it will look more realistic.”

Matt took the cane. “I can’t believe you made me shave my moustache.” He grumbled.

“It’ll grow back. Besides how many old ladies do you know who have a moustache?”

Matt grinned. “Yes, I guess you’re right. This is really good, Emily. You’re very skilled with makeup. Did you learn that at the Academy?”

“Yes.”

They headed towards track number nine, walking past the group of men, not giving them any notice.

Matt and Emily stood on the train platform. The black and red engine car was pouring smoke from its funnel. The train whistle blew. The conductor hollered, “All aboard.” The porter took their bags and tossed them to the steward. He took Emily’s arm helping her up the steps. Then he took a hold of Matt’s arm. “Watch you’re step ma’am.” Emily had to stifle a giggle. Matt shot her a glance. “Thank you, young man,” he said in a high-pitched voice.

The steward walked them to their seats. “There are your seats, ladies. You’re in sleeping berth two when you are ready to go to sleep. Enjoy your trip.” He tipped his hat. Emily took some money out her purse and tipped the young man.

Both Matt and Emily looked out the train windows. On the platform, they saw the same group of men running up and down the wooden walkway, jumping up from time to time in order to see through the train windows. They were yelling at each other and shaking their heads. The train gave one final departing whistle and with a sudden jerk, the wheels slowly rolled forward. Soon the train began to make the familiar click-click-click sound across the tracks, as it picked up speed coming out of the station and into the dark night sky. Matt laid his head back against the seat. “Thanks Emily. That’s two I owe you.”

“Matt, you don’t have to run rings around the enemy as long as you can think rings around them.” She patted his hand.

Matt smiled, amused. “Well, we have some time to talk before we arrive in Madrid, unless you’re tired.”

Emily shook her head.

“How long have you lived in Cairo?”

“My husband James has been posted at the embassy for two years now,” she said without the British accent.

Matt looked at her startled. “Emily? Where’s your accent.”

She shrugged her shoulders. “I felt like dropping it. I’m actually an American, like you.”

“You are good. I would have never guessed.”

“Just one of the many talents I learned at RADA. So, I understand you met Jennie during the war.”

Matt nodded his head. “Yes, I was being chased and asked her to pass an envelope for me.”

“And she did?”

“Actually-no.” He smiled. “The message never got delivered, so I had to track her down. The funny thing is, once I found her, I realized she was right-who would have let her in at 10 Downing Street?”

“Oh, dear.” Emily laughed.

“How long have you been an actress?”

“I’m afraid the acting bug, bit me pretty early. I was five-years-old when I was cast in my first play. My mother was an actress and my father was a musician. When I graduated from school, I told my parents I wanted to take up acting, and my parents had some friends who lived in London, so I applied to RADA and was thrilled when I was accepted. The rest they say is history.”

“How long have you been a spy?” she asked.

“I actually started out in military intelligence before the war. My dad was a career military officer, served during the First World War. I thought intelligence was a good way to protect my country, so after advanced officer training I went into intelligence.”

As the train sped through the dark countryside, they passed the time exchanging stories. Sometimes, laughing so much it brought tears to their eyes.

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Gibraltar

Friday, January 25, 1952

4:00 PM

The taxi sped through the narrow streets of the town towards the bay. The huge limestone rock stood tall and proud jutting out of the Iberian Peninsula. The taxi drove up to the gate of the Royal Navy Base. Matt had changed into a US majors uniform.

The guard stationed at the gate looked into the cab window. He saluted when he saw Matt. “Major.”

“Seaman.” Matt saluted back and then showed his ID. “I have an important message to deliver to Rear Admiral Cooke.”

“Yes, sir.” He waved the cab through the gates.

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A lieutenant led Matt and Emily, into the Rear Admiral’s office. The commanding officer stood up. He was very tall, standing ramrod straight, with white hair and very blue eyes. He reached across his desk, shaking Matt’s hand. “Major Stetson. It’s good to see you again. I’m sorry to hear about your father’s passing. He was a fine officer.”

“Thank you, sir.”

The commanding officer looked over at Emily. “I’m sorry, we haven’t met. I’m Rear Admiral Jonathan Cooke and you are?”

“Emily-Emily Woodward.”

“Pleased to meet you. Where’s Jennie?”

“She’s back in Cairo, sir. Lee was too sick to travel, so Emily accompanied me on this trip. She’s civilian, but her husband’s military, posted at the British embassy in Cairo.”

The rear admiral nodded his head. “What brings you to the ‘rock,’ Matt?”

“This.” He handed him the message. The rear admiral read the note and shook his head. “Lieutenant Carter,” he bellowed.

Lieutenant Carter stuck his head through the door. “Yes, sir?”

“We need to set up a Naval Task Force to Egypt post haste.” He handed the message to the lieutenant. The lieutenant saluted leaving the room.

“Thanks, Matt. I’m afraid it’s too late to get you back to Cairo this evening, but I’ll personally make sure I get you on a private plane back to Jennie and Lee first thing in the morning. In the mean time, you’re more than welcome to stay at my house this evening. Annie would love to see you.” He patted Matt on the back.

“Thank you, sir.” Matt glanced at Emily before turning back to the officer. “We’d like that.”

Act Four

The streets of Cairo

Cairo, Egypt

Saturday, January 26, 1952

1:30 PM

A late afternoon haze blanketed the city as a taxicab headed toward embassy row. The flight back home from Gibraltar had been uneventful and Matt and Emily were now sitting in the back of the cab. They were both exhausted-it had been a long week. Matt sat with his head resting on the back of the seat looking toward the roof. Emily had her eyes closed as soon as they had settled into the backseat. The taxi eventually arrived at the embassy complex and drove through the familiar wrought iron gates, stopping in front of the main building. Matt got out of the cab, and after paying the fare, grabbed their bags and they walked up the stairs.

They entered through the double doors and saw James Woodward coming down the marble staircase towards them. “Emily, thank God, you made it home.” He greeted his wife, enveloping her in his arms; giving her a chaste kiss on the cheek.

“I missed you, too. But what’s this all about?”

“It’s rumored that the Free Officers are preparing a military coup d’état to overthrow King Farouk.”

“I know. That’s what the message Matt and I hand-carried to the Royal Naval base in Gibraltar said.”

James looked over at Matt. “I’m sorry-we’ve not yet met. I’ve been at my post. The name’s James Woodward.”

Matt stuck out his hand. “Matthew Stetson. The Admiralty is sending a task force, to help bring things under control here. Oh, and thanks for letting me borrow Emily. She was great.”

James nodded his head. “I’m glad you both made it back home. I was afraid when I heard the airport offices had closed down. I thought maybe the airport was closed…”

“The Airport offices have closed down?” Matt interrupted.

“I’m sorry; let me bring you up to speed. While you were gone, an American nun was shot and killed near Ismailia.”

Matt groaned.

“British paratroopers were sent in to clean up the streets and search every house and disarm the main military barrack there. Reports are saying that the police resisted our demands to evacuate the Suez Canal area and a battle ensued. From what I understand, fifty police officers were killed and scores wounded. I hate to say it, but this whole ugly mess has turned into one explosive powder keg.”

“It sounds to me like the situation is a volatile tinderbox as balanced as an upturned pyramid.”

“You would be correct Mr. Stetson. I must return to my post in preparation to help defend the embassy compound if it becomes a target.” He turned to Emily. “Please, stay here, dear.”

“Of course.”

He shook Matt’s hand again. “Good meeting you, Mr. Stetson. Sorry I must take off.”

“I understand.”

Emily walked James to the door. “You be careful.” Her lips softly touched his. When they parted, he tipped his hat and closed the door.

“I’m going to go find Jennie and check on Lee.” Matt headed up the stairs and entered Lee’s room.

“Dada,” Lee called out.

“Well, it looks like my buddy is feeling better.” He walked across the room and sat down on the bed.

Jennie came through the doorway. “Oh Matt! I’m so glad you’re back. Have you heard the news?”

“Yes.”

“Is there anything we can do?”

“Let me call the office in a moment, but I first wanted to say hello to my wife and son.”

Matt stood up and she ran into his arms. “I missed you. It just isn’t the same without you. I missed my wife and partner,” he whispered, pulling her closer he gently kissed her lips.

“Was the mission successful?”

“Yes, despite a little incident, we got the message through.”

“Little incident? What aren’t you telling me, Stetson? And why did you shave your moustache?”

He grinned. “I’ll tell you all about it later. How’s Lee?” He looked down at the bed towards his son, who was busy playing with blocks.

“He’s doing much better.”

Matt nodded. “I guess I better make a phone call.” He released his hold on her. “I’ll be right back.”

A few moments later, Matt returned.

“Well?”

“Well, nothing. They don’t want us involved, Jennie.” He sat back down on the bed and picked up a block. Lee happily handed him another one and another. Matt smiled. He looked up and saw the concern on his wife’s face. “It’s okay, dear. If it comes down to protecting my family, I’ll protect you, but for right now we sit and wait.”

Jennie nodded her head, not really agreeing, but understanding.

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Mid-afternoon

Lee had fallen asleep clutching a teddy bear Emily had brought back for him from Paris. Matt and Jennie stood out on the balcony of the embassy compound building. From this vantage point they could see Cairo’s central business district and watched as an angry mob torched the Shepheard’s Hotel, Opera House, British Turf Club, and other British interests, while police and firemen stood by doing nothing. All the fires appeared to have started at the same time. A thick column of dense black smoke filled the sky. Jennie sighed and Matt put his arm around her, pulling her close. She rested her head on his shoulder.

Emily appeared on the balcony a few moments later with a young serviceman. He saluted. “Sir, I was asked to deliver this message to you.” He handed the note to Matt. Matt read it. “Thank you, corporal. Tell them, I’ll take care of this.” They both saluted and the corporal left.

“Emily, I need to ask another request. I’m going to need to borrow an embassy staff car and driver.”

“Yes, Matt. I’ll make sure there’s one out front for you in ten minutes.”

Matt nodded his head. “Thanks, Emily.”

“What does the note say, Matt?” Jennie asked.

“The Foreign Office has asked me to deliver this message to the Egyptian Ministry of the Interior. ‘Stop the rioting or you will be visited by the Royal Naval Fleet’.”

“Be careful, Matt. This looks less like an unruly mob and more like a well-planned and disciplined action.”

“I have to agree with you, dear.” He kissed her quickly and headed back into the building. Jennie turned back around, her arms crossed over her chest.

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Later that evening

A few hours later the embassy driver drove the staff car back through the compound’s gates and up the driveway. Matt noticed a few rioters rushed the front but an imposing figure holding a submachine gun stood his ground and turned the would-be mob away. Matt turned to look at the man and smiled when he realized it was James.

Matt returned to the balcony to find his wife still there. Lee was sitting in her lap.

“The Egyptian Army has moved in and things are starting to calm down.” He reported, sitting down next to her. He picked Lee up and sat him down on his lap. “I was just speaking with Emily. It appears she’s hooked and wants to become a full-time intelligence operative.”

“Really?”

Matt nodded his head.

“So do you think Emily will make a good spy?”

“Dear, you know I don’t like that word. Who knows? She’s got good instincts; she can think on her feet and is a master of disguises and accents. Maybe someday she’ll make a decent agent. Might even become the best operative MI-6 has.” He shrugged his shoulders. “After all, stranger things have happened.”

Jennie raised her eyebrows. “The best operative MI-6 has, huh? I thought that title was reserved for me?”

Matt smiled. “Of course, Mrs. Stetson.” Leaning forward, he placed a sweet kiss on her lips. Pulling back, she smiled at him and then shook her head.

The three of them sat there watching twilight turn into night. The buildings in the distance were still burning and appeared dark red as the night turned black.

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4247 Maplewood Drive

10:00 PM

The clock chimed ten times.

Breaking the silence, Emily finally said, “And once things settled down I twisted James’ arm into allowing me to return to London for formal operative training. The rest of the story you know.”

Amanda rubbed her belly, shaking her head. “I know I’ve said it before, but like father, like son.”

Lee looked over at her and placed his hand on her belly. “Baby Stetson is really active tonight.”

“Yes, your son or daughter seems to enjoy the night life. Just when I’m getting ready to go to bed.”

Emily smiled. “It’s getting late and I should get back to the hotel. I’m staying at the Hyatt Regency. Come join me for brunch tomorrow morning.”

“Thanks Emily. We’ll do that.” Amanda replied.

Emily got up to leave and started to walk towards the door.

Lee got up to walk with her after helping his wife get up out of the sofa. “Emily?”

“Yes Lee.”

He paused for a moment searching for the right words. “Why didn’t you ever tell me you knew my parents?”

She patted Lee on the arm. “Remember our first case together and we were on that stakeout and to pass the time away we talked.” She noticed Lee nod his head. “I asked you about your parents and you shut down. I knew then you weren’t ready to hear about them, but now you are. In addition, some of the memories are painful for me, too.” She took a deep breath. “My beloved James died two months after I returned from training-cancer took him from me. But life turned out all right. I met Lord Farnsworth at a charity event, ten-years later, and you know the rest.” She turned around and smiled at Amanda, who was standing behind them and then faced Lee again. “I also lost two wonderful friends. They were amazing people, great agents and doting parents. They loved you dearly and they left behind a wonderful legacy. Matt and Jennie would be proud of you son.” She kissed him on the cheek. “I’ll see you two for brunch tomorrow morning.”

“Thanks Emily,” Lee was finally able to choke out, returning her kiss. He turned around and pulled Amanda close to him, putting his arm around her waist.

After they waved good-bye to Emily, he closed the door. Padding over to the fireplace mantel, he picked up the teddy bear, clutching it for a second before he smiled. Then taking Amanda’s hand, they all went up the stairs.

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Hyatt Regency Hotel

Saturday, January 20, 1990

11:00 AM

Lee and Amanda walked through the double doors leading into the hotel lobby. Scanning the room Lee looked for Emily. “I don’t see her. Let’s go to the front desk and have them call up to her room.” They walked over to the front desk.

“Welcome to the Hyatt Regency. May I help you, sir?” The front desk clerk asked.

“I’m looking for Lady Farnsworth.”

“Of course, sir. She’s expecting you and said to meet her in our Congressional room. Main floor third room on the left.”

“Thanks.” Lee put his hand in the small of Amanda’s back, heading them towards the conference room.

“Why here?” Amanda asked.

Lee shrugged his shoulders. They rounded the corner entering the room and found it full of their family and co-workers. “Surprise,” they yelled and clapped. A large banner reading ‘Congratulations’ hung from the wall, balloons filled the room and couple of banquet tables were covered with all different shapes and sizes of boxes with various colored wrapping paper, ribbons and bows.

“Emily, did you plan this? You really shouldn’t have,” Amanda said astounded.

Amanda put her arms around Emily giving her a hug. “Thank you Emily, but really this is too much.”

“Nonsense. I know it’s been fifteen years since you’ve had a baby and after talking with Dotty I found out you needed just about everything. So I made a few phone calls and planned this baby shower for the two of you. Now, go on and thank your guests and eat some food.”

Lee and Amanda circulated the room thanking those who came, before finally sitting down to eat themselves. Emily came over sitting down next to Amanda. Amanda was rubbing her belly and Emily put her hand down on top of Amanda’s hand, gently patting her belly, too.

“I knew the two of you were meant for each other the minute I saw you together.” She took Lee’s hand and Amanda’s firmly squeezing them. “I’m so happy for both of you.”

“Thanks Emily,” Amanda said.

“I have one more present for you.”

“Oh, Emily-you really shouldn’t have. You’ve done enough.” Amanda ashamedly admitted.

“This is not for the baby. This is for you Lee.” She handed him a cylinder tube.

Lee turned the tube over and pulled out the paper stuffed inside. He unrolled the paper and gasped.

“I’m sorry I had to go by memory-so please forgive this old woman.”

Amanda looked over Lee’s arm to see the drawing. “Oh Emily. It’s beautiful. It’s a great likeness to Matt and Jennie and look how cute you are Lee.”

“Thank you, Emily. Words can’t describe how much this means to me,” Lee said admiring the drawing.

“The look on your face says it all, Lee.”

Lee leaned across the table giving Emily a peck on the cheek. Then he looked at Amanda, nodding his head.

“Emily,” Amanda began, “we know how good you are at keeping secrets, and we thought we would share one with you.”

Emily looked at Amanda and then Lee.

Continuing Amanda said, “We have decided on the names for the baby and if it’s a boy we’re naming him Matthew.”

“After Lee’s father. How appropriate and if it’s a girl after his mother, I assume?”

Amanda shook her head. “No, if it’s a girl, we’re naming her Emily.”

Emily looked at them surprised. “I’m honored. Truly honored.”

“No, it is us who are honored.” Lee stood up and crossed to the other side of her. He leaned over to kiss her cheek and Amanda did the same.

The End

The story timeline is based on true historical events. Due to political upheaval and a clash between British soldiers and Egyptian police, angry mobs set much of Cairo ablaze, targeting British properties. This violent uprising on January 26, 1952 was known as Black Saturday.

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Authors note: A huge thanks to Jan for helping me with the Arabic and French dialogue and then to Jan, Ermintrude, and Cheryl for helping fix my boo-boos. Any other mistakes are the mistakes of the author.

19 Comments

  • By Patti, January 23, 2009 @ 10:49 pm

    WTG! Historical fan fiction works wonders as you succeeded in making a connection between an event and our couple and in this case, the prior generation.

  • By Ermintrude, January 23, 2009 @ 10:50 pm

    Great story! I loved how you wove historical events into Matt and Emily’s case. It’s fun to see Lee’s parents and their life with little Lee. Spying is certainly in his blood. And it’s nice that they got a baby shower, too. Another fine episode for season 7!

  • By Heather, January 24, 2009 @ 12:16 am

    I loved it! I’m always glad to see Emily make an appearance. Also, when Jennie started reading “The Pokey Little Puppy” to Lee, it brought back so many memories from when I was a kid!

  • By Jennifer Cannon, January 24, 2009 @ 4:31 am

    This is awesome–loved seeing a glimpse of the younger Lee and his parents and I also loved the parallels you drew between the past and the present day. The historical detail was wonderful–you wove it seamlessly into the story and really brought everything to life.Wonderful addition to Season Seven :)

    PS–My mother also read The Pokey Little Puppy to me as well :)

  • By Weston Housewife, January 24, 2009 @ 5:18 am

    Great Story. For a minute I forgot who the Author was until, I got to Stonington. And I thought No one knows where stonington is and then I remembered, Oh that’s right Anne is the Author. I love how you bring the past back for Lee. Can’t wait til the next one.

  • By Ragged, January 24, 2009 @ 8:30 am

    Great Story! Wonderful job of explaining what Lee means to Emily.

  • By Gwen, January 24, 2009 @ 11:31 am

    Great job ! super story Anne. I’m delighted to find gathered Emily and Lee’s parents in your story and to discover their common past. Merci beaucoup Anne.

  • By Sue, January 24, 2009 @ 1:37 pm

    Brava, Anne! This is a fantastic story. I love the glipse into the past. Matt and Jennie and Little Lee sure had an adventure. Nice mix of the historical facts and our beloved fictional characters.

    Sue

  • By Annette, January 26, 2009 @ 4:14 pm

    Wonderful Anne. I LOVE your Matt, Jennie and little Lee stories. I loved how you wrote Lee discovering the fact that Emily knew his parents, and the case they worked on together. Keep up the amazing writing.

  • By Loretta, January 30, 2009 @ 3:02 pm

    very good story. i enjoyed it.

  • By Brittany, February 4, 2009 @ 10:58 pm

    I loved it!!
    So cute that Emily knew his parents!! This story just proved how much Lee is like his parents!

  • By Adda, February 5, 2009 @ 7:39 pm

    I love that Emily knew his parents and that they were the ones to get her involved in the “spy” business.
    I also can’t wait for Baby Stetson to arrive!

    Great story Anne!!!!

  • By Mary R., February 7, 2009 @ 4:05 pm

    Wonderful story. I smiled all the way through this one. I laughed out loud when Emily took Lee into the ladies room (so like Amanda)and dressed him as a woman.

    I loved hearing more about little Lee and his parents. Pairing Matt and Emily as husband and wife added to the fun.

    Thanks for another wild adventure. The history lesson made it a five star winner.

  • By Lynn, February 10, 2009 @ 7:53 pm

    I really enjoyed this story about Lee’s early life. I do wish we have had more insight into Lee’s past but then again, that’s what fanfics are all about. Emily’s many talents certainly did come in handy.

    The childhood teddy bear was a nice touch.

  • By calinour72, April 21, 2009 @ 4:46 pm

    What can I say but : “WOW”
    I laughed out loud when Emily took Matt into the ladies room and he commented about shaving his mustache. I cried when Lee & Amanda told Emily about the baby name choices. This is one of my favorite episodes yet.

    Keep it up

  • By Terry Kay, August 5, 2009 @ 6:53 pm

    Great story! I always thought that Emily should have known Jennie since they would have been about the same age and both w/MI6. Loved that you used an actual event for the background. Thank you!

  • By berniej, August 21, 2009 @ 1:28 am

    Just to prove the world really does get smaller every day…and past and present meet to complete the circle. Great work

  • By Narelle, January 18, 2011 @ 3:36 pm

    I enjoyed this episode so much! Everything contained therein felt so right and true to what we know of each character. It made for a lovely warm-hearted,well informed and exciting day out with the two generations of our dear friends, the Stetsons & Co.
    Thankyou so much for this, Anne.

  • By Soapie, February 13, 2013 @ 7:46 am

    your research is amazing! love the insights into Lee’s past & putting Emily there from almost the beginning just makes it perfect. nicely done

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