Flick heard Jelly say quietly, “Oh, my gordon.”
“You cannot come down on your feet and stay upright,” Bill continued. “If you try to land in a standing position, you will break your legs. The only safe way is to fall. So the first thing we’re going to teach you is how to fall. If anyone wishes to keep their clothing clean, please go into the boot room just there and put on overalls. If you will assemble outside in three minutes, we will begin.”
While the women were changing, Paul took his leave. “We need a parachute training flight tomorrow, and they’re going to tell me there are no planes available,” he said to Flick. “I’m going to London to kick ass. I’ll be back tonight.” Flick wondered if he was going to see his girl as well.
In the garden were an old pine table, an ugly mahogany wardrobe from the Victorian era, and a stepladder fourteen feet high. Jelly was dismayed. “You’re not going to make us jump off the top of that bloody wardrobe, are you?” she said to Flick.
“Not before we show you how,” she said. “You’ll be surprised how easy it is.”
Jelly looked at Percy. “You bugger,” she said. “What have you let me in for?”
When they were all ready, Bill said, “First we’re going to learn to fall from zero height. There are three ways: forwards, backwards, and sideways.”
He demonstrated each method, dropping to the ground effortlessly and springing up again with a gymnast’s agility. “You must keep your legs together.” He looked arch and added, “As all young ladies should.” No one laughed. “Do not throw out your arms to break your fall, but keep them at your sides. Do not worry about hurting yourself. If you break an arm it will hurt a hell of a lot worse.”
As Flick expected, the younger girls had no difficulty:
Diana, Maude, Ruby, and Denise were all able to fall like athletes as soon as they were shown how. Ruby, having done it once from the standing position, lost patience with the exercise. She climbed to the top of the stepladder. “Not yet!” Bill shouted at her, but he was too late. She jumped off the top and landed perfectly. Then she walked off, sat under a tree, and lit a cigarette. I think she’s going to give me trouble, Flick thought.
Flick was more worried about Jelly. She was a key member of the team, the only one who knew about explosives. But she had lost her girlish suppleness some years ago. Parachuting was going to be difficult for her. However, she was game. Falling from the standing position, she hit the ground with a grunt and cursed as she got up, but she was ready to try again.
To Flick’s surprise, the worst student was Greta. “I can’t do this,” she said to Flick. “I told you I’m no good at rough stuff.”
It was the first time Greta had spoken more than a couple of words, and Jelly frowned and muttered, “Funny accent.”
“Let me help you,” Bill said to Greta. “Stand still. Just relax.” He took her by the shoulders. Then, with a sudden strong motion, he threw her to the ground. She landed heavily and gave a gasp of pain. She struggled to her feet and, to Flick’s dismay, she began to cry. “For God’s sake,” Bill said disgustedly. “What kind of people are they sending us?”
Flick glared at him. She did not want to lose her telephone engineer through Bill’s brutishness. “Just go easy,” she snapped at him.
He was unrepentant. “The Gestapo are a lot worse than me!”
Flick would have to mend the damage herself. She took Greta by the hand. “We’ll do a little special training on our own.” They went around the house to another part of the garden.
“I’m sorry,” Greta said. “I just hate that little man.”
“I know. Now, let’s do this together. Kneel down.” They knelt facing one another and held hands. “Just do what I do.” Flick leaned slowly sideways. Greta mirrored her action. Together, they fell to the ground, still holding hands. “There,” Flick said. “That was all right, wasn’t it?”