The year is 1942 and the close-knit community of Pontypridd is learning to adjust to the dramatic changes made to their lives, but the arrival of a regiment of South Carolina GI's.
Not only do they have to make room in their homes to accomodate men, but as a result existing lifestyles and relationships are put under tremendous strain. Other than the men working as reserves in the mines and the soldiers they enounter on home leave, the GI's are allowed to roam free.
Tensions rise as it becomes clear that it is not only the single girls who find themselves endeared by the GI's charms. Their presence prompts the women of Pontypridd to question their relationships, the men they love and are seperated from, with their new very different lives.
Powerful, moving, absorning and a true insight into the lives of women left behind when their partners went off to fight for their country.
‘A page-turner... a terrific read’
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'We shouldn't see one another again, at least not like this.'
'Is that what you want?'
When she didn't answer he slipped his fingers beneath her chin and lifted her face, forcing her to look at him. 'I'm glad, because I couldn't bear that either.' He tried to imagine living and working in Pontypridd and not seeing her, and shuddered at the bleak thought.
'But you must never, never kiss me again. And when I visit the hospital you must take me straight home. If you want to talk to me, it must be in front of Bethan or Maisie.'
'Yes,' he agreed hollowly.
'Do you understand what I said?'
'Everything. But that's next time. Can't we stay together for now? I'll tell you about Cuba, and America and my family and we'll pretend -'
'That I'm not married and you're not engaged?'
'Yes - no - and that there isn't a war and we're just two compadres - comrades, friends, who meet once a week to talk.'
'Only if we go somewhere where there are other people.'
'The New Inn?'
'The cafe,' she said, thinking of their bank balances.
'I think we should go to the New Inn. A little luxury would help me to forget the hospital for a while, and you the factory.'
'And that we kissed.' But as she grasped the bag of crumbs and followed him back to his bike she knew that she would never forget that kiss. Not as long as she lived.