Evacuee 9 – Rose and Helen reveal a lesbian past

The following day Rose gazed wistfully out of the lounge window as her daughter played in the garden with David.
Rose was glad Caroline, being a city girl, was taking the moving about the country so well and only wished she could do the same. Over lunch she and her sister Helen had spoken about matters and Helen had insisted she should stay at the cottage as long as she needed to. She heard footsteps behind her and turned.
“Hi Rose. Alright?” She nodded to her sister and turned to gaze once again out towards the pool.
“Just thinking about Alan again.”
“It’ll soon all be over and you two can be back as a family with Caroline again. They say it’ll all be finished by Christmas.” As usual Helen was keen to comfort her sister and gently linked her fingers into hers and squeezed them reassuringly. “You do miss him don’t you?” Rose bit her lip.
“If only I knew where…” She looked beseechingly at her sister for reassurance. Alan had been part of the British Expeditionary Force that had been surrounded, and then rescued at Dunkirk earlier that year. However she had heard he was one of those asked to fight a rearguard action so that the rest could escape and he had apparently been captured. The postcard from the War Office explaining he was a POW was the last she had heard.
“At least he’s not in London.” Rose nodded. The German Air force had switched its attention from the airfields in the south of England to London itself, and she thanked her lucky stars that Helen and Tom had invited her to the cottage where it was safe and quiet.
Then she smiled to herself.
“I’ll certainly miss him between the sheets!” She laughed out loud as she said this and then quickly put her hand to her mouth, hardly believing she had told her sister. She had used laughter before to try and disguise the worry, especially in front of her daughter. Helen joined in her laughter and squeezed her hand again.
“We’ll have to find a nice young RAF officer for you!” she joked, knowing full well that her sister would never be tempted by another man. There was some sort of RAF station in the Forest and she occasionally saw the familiar blue uniforms in the village. Rose turned away from the window and faced her sister.
“You’ve been a brick you really have Helen.” She leaned forward and quickly kissed her on the lips in what she hoped would be a sisterly way. However to her surprise she found herself holding the kiss for a little longer than she had anticipated and Helen looked flushed when she pulled away. Rose looked at her sister uncertainly.
“Sorry about that! I obviously miss Alan more than I thought!” She joked trying to make light of the situation. Helen grinned back at her.
“I thought for a minute you were remembering when we used to share a bed as kids!” Rose smiled at the memory. When the two of them were growing up in London, whenever they had visitors the two sisters would share a bed and it was there that they had learnt about each other’s bodies. Although she had grown out of it, she had looked forward to spending the night with her sister in those days, and looked back on those nights with fondness.
“They were fun times weren’t they?” Rose replied.