I feel like I’m in a nightmare! Lorraine thought as she walked along the dusty street that in no way resembled the clean streets of Boston.
She longed for the graceful Victorian mansions, the manicured parks, the flowering trails with couples walking, women twirling their parasols, and men dressed to perfection with bowler hats and pungent cigars. Here all she saw were crude storefronts, dirty people, and rumbling wagons. This was a crude handmade town that looked as if it had been built in a single afternoon.
Suddenly, she wanted to leave this place. She wanted to get out of this ugly, dirty town that was so different from Boston it made her feel as if she were a million miles from home. She thought back to her earlier confrontation with Jude Bonner. She’d been sure she’d won the first
