What’s in Mrs. Hale’s Receipt’s for the Million 1857?
2693. Young men frequently amuse themselves by playing with the feelings of young women. They visit them often, they walk with them, they pay them divers attentions and after giving them an idea that they are attached to them, they either leave them or what is worse, never come to an explanation of their sentiments.
Love, Love, Love. In World War II
It’s Valentine’s Day and Heather Webb, author of Becoming Josephine, has come up with a great way to celebrate love: Have authors share their favorite “amorous” scenes from a WIP or other favorite bit of writing. The first thing that came to mind for me was a scene was my WW II Norway novel, The Jossing Affair. It is my first and favorite historical novel, currently a finalist in the Chanticleer Book Reviews Unpublished Manuscripts Contest for historical fiction.
Here’s my excerpt, but first the premise. Intelligence agent Tore Haugland, posing as a deaf fisherman, has been sent to a remote fishing village on the West Coast of Norway to set up a line receiving agents and arms from England. While there he falls for Anna Fromme, the widow of a Norwegian teacher. She is falsely accused of betraying her husband to the Germans. Everyone thinks she’s German, but actually she is an American. Haugland and Anna begin to trust each other. He signs and writes what he needs to say. She tries to understand.
The Jossing Affair Excerpt
So Haugland came, usually after Lisel was asleep. He knew now he was truly in love with her. Whether he had any right to such feelings he wasn’t sure for it went against his principles as an agent for his country and England, but he couldn’t help himself any more. As yet, there was nothing physical, just a deepening friendship he realized she needed as much as he did and he nurtured it along because it would become only more convoluted if he acted on his own feelings.
Once on a moonlit November night when a soft, warm foehn wind was blowing down the side of the mountains, he persuaded her into going for a walk up to the seter. They slipped away up the logging road, heading up into the dark trees where the waning moonlight came through. It lay shiny patches on the forest floor, like rungs on a ladder and as they passed they sometimes stepped from light to light. The forest was still. The leaves had long dropped from the birches and maples, but the pines were full and deep, draping the sides of the path like gigantic curtains. When they reached the seter, he set out flat bread, a small sausage and cheese on the steps. The old milk cans were still there leaning into each other. The lantern blossomed with a match.
“Jens. Like our summer picnic.”
Ja, he signed.
They stayed for a short time, then headed down. “Takk, she said at her door.
He took her hand and held it. The urge to hold and kiss her was so strong, but he dared not act on it. She withdrew her hand, but this is enough, he thought.
He knew she must never know his identity, but he had no idea how long or how far he could go with meeting her without giving away his feelings. So he prepared to withdraw from the village and fell deeper in love, putting duty above need.
Happy Valentines Day!!