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For
three
days
they
waited
in
a
purposeless
vacuum
,
Justine
in
London
,
Meggie
and
the
family
on
Drogheda
,
stretching
the
official
silence
into
tenuous
hope
.
Oh
,
surely
after
so
long
it
would
turn
out
to
be
a
mistake
,
surely
if
it
was
true
they
would
have
heard
by
now
!
Dane
would
come
in
Justine
's
front
door
smiling
,
and
say
it
was
all
a
silly
mistake
.
Greece
was
in
revolt
,
all
sorts
of
silly
mistakes
must
have
been
made
.
Dane
would
come
in
the
door
and
laugh
the
idea
of
his
death
to
scorn
,
he
'd
stand
there
tall
and
strong
and
alive
,
and
he
'd
laugh
.
Hope
began
to
grow
,
and
grew
with
every
minute
they
waited
.
Treacherous
,
horrible
hope
.
He
was
n't
dead
,
no
!
Not
drowned
,
not
Dane
who
was
a
good
enough
swimmer
to
brave
any
kind
of
sea
and
live
.
So
they
waited
,
not
acknowledging
what
had
happened
in
the
hope
it
would
prove
to
be
a
mistake
.
Time
later
to
notify
people
,
let
Rome
know
.
On
the
fourth
morning
Justine
got
the
message
.
Like
an
old
woman
she
picked
up
the
receiver
once
more
,
and
asked
for
Australia
.
"
Mum
?
"
"
Justine
?
"
"
Oh
,
Mum
,
they
've
buried
him
already
;
we
ca
n't
bring
him
home
!
What
are
we
going
to
do
?
All
they
can
say
is
that
Crete
is
a
big
place
,
the
name
of
the
village
is
n't
known
,
by
the
time
the
cable
arrived
he
'd
already
been
spirited
away
somewhere
and
disposed
of
.
He
's
lying
in
an
unmarked
grave
somewhere
!
I
ca
n't
get
a
visa
for
Greece
,
no
one
wants
to
help
,
it
's
chaos
.
What
are
we
going
to
do
,
Mum
?
"
"
Meet
me
in
Rome
,
Justine
,
"
said
Meggie
.
Everyone
save
Anne
Mueller
was
there
around
the
phone
,
still
in
shock
.
The
men
seemed
to
have
aged
twenty
years
in
three
days
,
and
Fee
,
shrunken
birdlike
,
white
and
crabbed
,
drifted
about
the
house
saying
over
and
over
,
"
Why
could
n't
it
have
been
me
?
Why
did
they
have
to
take
him
?
I
'm
so
old
,
so
old
!
I
would
n't
have
minded
going
,
why
did
it
have
to
be
him
?
Why
could
n't
it
have
been
me
?
I
'm
so
old
!
"
Anne
had
collapsed
,
and
Mrs.
Smith
,
Minnie
and
Cat
walked
,
slept
tears
.
Meggie
stared
at
them
silently
as
she
put
the
phone
down
.
This
was
Drogheda
,
all
that
was
left
.
A
little
cluster
of
old
men
and
old
women
,
sterile
and
broken
.
"
Dane
's
lost
,
"
she
said
.
"
No
one
can
find
him
;
he
's
been
buried
somewhere
on
Crete
.
It
's
so
far
away
!
How
could
he
rest
so
far
from
Drogheda
?
I
'm
going
to
Rome
,
to
Ralph
de
Bricassart
.
If
anyone
can
help
us
,
he
can
.
"
