A Childhood Memory

Sitting in an old flat, scalding my tongue on hot tea and nibbling shortbread while chatting with an old lady. She used to drink whiskey before bed and get up at eleven in the morning - and when she was young she was a "tennis queen," as I know from that old 1940s newspaper with her picture on it. Her older brother was a pilot in the second world war, known by his mates as Hurricane Hutch; though I don't remember what his real name was. He had no children, and neither did his sister. She, at ninety eight years old, was almost alone - and now that she is dead, perhaps no one remembers her but I ... so I keep her in my heart, always.