"He was my big brother and I loved him," quietly. "When the Blitz started and we were sent away to the countryside to avoid the bombs, he fancied himself the patriarch of the four of us, and worried about us quite a bit, but where I would make sure everyone was eating their vegetables and dressed warmly enough and clean... where, when the littler one were scared at night, I would lie in bed with them and read to them until they fell asleep, he would set rules and take me to consult with the old professor about what was best to do. Usually, I was already doing what the professor suggested, but Peter preferred to worry and direct rather than ask or listen. He was stubborn that way. We fought a lot."