Chapter 15
When Jeffery woke in the morning, the first person he saw was Arthur. He blinked his eyes. Where was he? He looked above and saw the bottom of a mattress sitting on steel mesh held in place by being hooked to steel bars. He was on the lower tier of a steel double bunk bed in a room full of these.
A voice said, "Jeffery, you made it."
Jeffery gave his head a shake. "Arthur! What are you doing here?"
"I'm home. I'm in the hostel like you. What happened?"
"So matron said. Anybody hurt?"
"Not at the Burnett's. Don't know about any other place."
"Maybe the plane that dropped the bomb is the one that got shot down." Arthur said.
Jeffery sat up, narrowly missing scraping his head on the bunk above him. "Shot down!"
He never got the chance to say what he'd found because right then Matron walked in carrying a small bundle.
"Well, Jeffery," she said. How are you feeling?"
He stood and said, "Ok," then blushed. "Sorry, Ma'am. I'm all right, thank you."
"That's good," Matron said, her face beaming a smile. "I let you sleep late. I hope these fresh clothes fit. We'll look after you better later on. Now get up and go for a wash-up. Arthur will show you where the bathroom is before he rushes off to school." And as if to say, "Now you behave yourself." she looked pointedly at Arthur and a little frown crossed her face.
And with that, she placed the bundle of clean clothes on the end of Jeffery's bunk and turned to leave, then stopped. "Arthur," she said. "Take him down to the kitchen, as well, when he's ready. Mrs. O'Brien will give him some breakfast." Then she left.
"Come on, Jeffery," Arthur said. "I'm going to have to hurry. I'll show you where everything is, and then take you to the kitchen."