The War that Saved My Life by Kimberly Brubaker Bradley

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have believed you,” he said. “I’m sorry. A grateful nation thanks you for yourservice.”With great ceremony, he handed me an onion.
The army had found the suitcase buried in the sand. It contained a radiotransmitter, the sort spies used to send coded messages across the channel.The perfect Englishman really had been a spy.I became a hero. The RAF men at the airfield brought me chocolate; theWVS women pooled together a tablespoon of sugar each, and gave me awhole bag. Daisy’s mother from the pub hugged me whenever she saw me,and every time I went into the village I was greeted with smiles and shouts of,“There’s our little spy-catcher!” or “There’s our good lass!”It was as if I’d been born in the village. As if I’d been born with two strongfeet. As if I really was someone important, someone loved.Jamie made me repeat the story over and over again. “Tell me,” he’d beg.“Tell me your hero story.”Maggie wrote from her school. Ooh, I wish I’d been with you! I might havebeen, you know, if I’d been home.I wish you had been, I wrote back.You wouldn’t mind sharing the honors? she replied.I wouldn’t have minded at all. It would have been easier. Hero wasn’t aword I was used to hearing. The admiration was interesting, but the attentionmade me feel unsettled.“Say it again,” Jamie said, giggling. “Tell me what you told the firstofficer.”“He looked at my bad foot,” I said, “and I said, ‘my foot’s a long way frommy brain.’”“And you were right,” Jamie said.“Yes,” said Susan. “She was.”Of course, the part that was frightening was that there had been an actual spy.A real spy. Sent to make the invasion easier. When the air raid sirens startedup again it was hard not to be very afraid.“But you caught him,” Jamie said.“I caught one spy,” I said. “One.” The sirens had started earlier than usual
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“Ada! Get back from that window!
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if I went downstairs again. That wa
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I began that very day. I pulled mys
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on the street, and then marched him
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frightened. I felt grateful, that I
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“How much farther?” I asked him
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“How’d you get here?”“Walke
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The train was miserable, of course.
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The day got worse. It was bound to.
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didn’t expect so many. We’ve go
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It sat at the very end of a quiet d
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I shrugged. I had never needed taki
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tight. “Interesting,” she said.
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In the morning we slept until the s
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“I could see they weren’t yours
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thing. I’ll write to your mother
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Another thing Miss Smith did was ex
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home guests. I sat up and clutched
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Up until then, that morning, I’d
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Finally I said, “Miss? What’re
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She stayed in bed even after she fi
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especially with the crutches. Maybe
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All this time, in secret, I’d bee
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the strange food, though the only w
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The next time we went into town, we
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“No—well, yes,” Miss Smith sa
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“She simply hasn’t been taught,
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rough patches on my skin, and my he
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down with a thump. Her skin went pa
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called her Maggie. “Maggie, hang
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then added, “It’s a clubfoot.
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I told the whole story, except for
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Now Lady Thorton’s face looked st
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When Jamie came home it was obvious
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“Surely there’s a social worker
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Miss Smith sighed. “Ada, can’t
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Huh, I thought. Imagine dressing up
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I guess he did, but I’d never not
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The very next day, before Jamie wen
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Could be a long time, then. I doubt
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She sighed, air coming out her nose
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Butter refused to ever do anything
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flicked an ear at it. To him, plane
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hunting with the war on. But even s
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“Only because Susan made her. She
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The Royal Oak sank.She was a Royal
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I flinched. “Maybe I am now. Mayb
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wouldn’t be lost again. I tied my
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“Oh, the funeral! Bunch of nosy b
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I didn’t mean to. I’d watched S
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“Ada!”Oh no. Ohnoohnoohnoohno.
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Susan tricked me into writing.Jamie
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“Suppose so.” He made me go aro
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Susan took us back to see Dr. Graha
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Susan made Jamie a pair of nice sho
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