In a rare moment of weakness, Foyle can’t pass up the chance to try out Captain Keiffer’s state-of-the-art fishing pole. It’s not often that Foyle allows others to get their way with him.
Loved these scenes. I need some Foyle slash fiction stat. Yeah, I said it. Something that involves lots of good American bourbon, a jazz club in NYC and post-war discussion of trauma, regrets, apologies and good solid “reconciliation.”