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1937
Through her bedroom window on the edge of the diplomatic quarter, high on the hill above downtown, Sugar watched helplessly as the Japanese fighter pilots dropped their bombs on the frantic streets of Anqing.
Here she was – 16 years after having escaped her unhappy Macon family to serve as a missionary in China – only to find herself unhappily married to a brooding Brit and war breaking out in front of her.
It wasn’t long ago that she had mailed her parents a letter, explaining that she had lost her first baby late in her pregnancy.
They hadn’t replied, yet.