Lest We Forget
“We’re going to be late if you don’t hurry,” Jan said, trying not to let her irritation show as the kids took forever to find their shoes. She’d like to arrive before the service started, and roads would already be closed for the march. “Do we have to go?” Harry asked, a smudge of Vegemite on his cheek. Jan swallowed the sigh and chose her words carefully. “I suppose not.” “But you’re still going?” “Yes.” She looped a scarf around…