James looked at Jane, his face pale.
“You love this other woman?” she asked again, her voice trembling, her own face ashen.
He nodded. “Yes.”
Jane collapsed in a nearby chair, feeling sick. “Who is she, James?”
“She’s a negro nurse I met in North Africa.”
“Yes. That’s why she said we can never see each other again.”
“If-if things were different, if it wasn’t against the law for you and her to be together, would you leave the children and me for her?”
James closed his eyes and nodded. “Yes, I would.”
Jane broke down, sobbing uncontrollably.
This is part eleven of the story about General Turpentine and Maddie, the African-American nurse he met and fell in love with during World War II.