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Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children - BOOCarz

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I thought about it. I wasn’t really sure where to start.<br />

“Just … what happened?”<br />

“All right then, we’ll skip all the nice bits and go right<br />

to the end. It’s simple, really. He left. He said he loved<br />

me and promised to come back one day. But he<br />

never did.”<br />

“But he had to go, didn’t he? To fight?”<br />

“Had to? I don’t know. He said he wouldn’t be able<br />

to live with himself if he sat out the war while his<br />

people were being hunted and killed. Said it was his<br />

duty. I suppose duty meant more to him than I did.<br />

Anyhow, I waited. I waited and worried through that<br />

whole bloody war, thinking every letter that came was<br />

a death notice. Then, when the war was finally over,<br />

he said he couldn’t possibly come back. Said he’d go<br />

stark raving. Said he’d learned how to defend himself<br />

in the army and he damn well didn’t need a nanny like<br />

the Bird to look after him anymore. He was going to<br />

America to make a home <strong>for</strong> us, and then he’d send<br />

<strong>for</strong> me. So I waited more. I waited so long that if I’d<br />

actually gone to be with him I would’ve been <strong>for</strong>ty<br />

years old. By then he’d taken up with some<br />

commoner. And that, as they say, was that.”<br />

“I’m sorry. I had no idea.”<br />

“It’s an old story. I don’t drag it out much anymore.”<br />

“You blame him <strong>for</strong> being stuck here,” I said.<br />

She gave me a sharp look. “Who says I’m stuck?”<br />

Then she sighed. “No, I don’t blame him. Just miss<br />

him is all.”<br />

“Still?”<br />

“Every day.”<br />

She finished sorting the letters. “There you have it,”<br />

she said, clapping the lid on them. “The entire history<br />

of my love life in a dusty box in the closet.” She drew a<br />

deep breath and then shut her eyes and pinched the<br />

bridge of her nose. For a moment I could almost see<br />

the old woman hiding behind her smooth features. My

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