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Eighteen Hours of Rain
Date: 8/26/2015, Categories: Historical, Author: flytoomuch, Rating: , Source: LushStories
choose not to recall. He slept. Svetlana lay beside him for a long time. She felt his body rise and fall with his breathing. Jean looked so handsome sleeping, so innocent. Finally knowing she needed to go she kissed his cheek. Lastly she whispered in his ear. “If you had a million years to do it in Jean, you couldn’t rub out even half the ‘fuck you’ signs in the world. It’s impossible.” Did she do it with her own hands? She wouldn’t say. I like to imagine some huge brute snuck in the door as she snuck out. Well that’s what I pretend anyways. It’s how I like to think of Svetlana. Two days later she was on a boat on her way back to Russia. Cheka was gone. The KGB was in charge now. The woman who’d hand picked her to serve her nation had been executed by firing squad. Days later the British began their search. No body was ever found. Given his past security clearance MI6 became involved. Enquiries were made that went nowhere. News reports finally appeared weeks later. “Jean de Langham, son of a prominent aristocratic family, has disappeared. The family patriarch and former minister in the government of Stanley Baldwin, Jean de Langham II, is apparently ill. The family has issued no comment.” Svetlana found that her mother Russia had changed. She returned to her hometown. Nine months later she gave birth to a little baby boy. She named him Jean. Surely it was an unusual name for a Russian boy. If it had been a girl she had planned to name her Phoebe. Yes J.D. Salinger of course. So now you know Svetlana’s story? You’re still sceptical aren’t you? Well I finally checked with the Met Office of weather. On that day in October 1955 it rained for eighteen hours.