No other topic interested us. Had Corregidor fallen?
On my way to get breakfast I stopped when I saw five men grouped around another man who was holding the morning paper. They stared in a dazed manner at the headline. I looked over their shoulders and saw what we had dreaded and feared the last few days.
JAPANESE LAND AT CORREGIDOR! Those four printed words ended our dreams and hopes for an early liberation.
We ate our wormy cracked wheat in silence, and for once Henry was silent, too. All his bounce and optimism were gone.
In my corner, of Room 25 Belle and Toinette were weeping quietly and staring out the window.