Chapter 35 Thirty Four Queenie

Everywhere I went I recognized Bernard by the nape of his neck.As thin as a heel of a high-heeled shoe, her ears protrude.He saw me on the sidewalk and walked towards me.hat.White neckline.The gabardine coat, every button is neat, and the belt is also neat.He came to me and raised his hat, formal and polite, as if it was a casual encounter.And I'm slumped on the sidewalk because my husband, whom I haven't seen in nearly five years, just walked up to me.Then I said: Bernard.You have been away for a long time. And he just said: Indeed. Only in this way.Indeed a ghost. The last time I saw the scruff of Bernard's neck, he was still in his RAF blue uniform.Go off our street and serve in India overseas.Since then, wars have been fought and won.The world is in chaos.He had been missing for so long that I was ready to officially declare him dead.But he just stood there, holding his hat and smiling.What the hell are you doing.So I told him: Bernard.Bligh, unless you're a ghost, I want you to explain everything.