September 3, 1939
September 3, 1939September 3, 1939Hetty walked down the dock toward the blue-and-white-painted yacht. Behind her, Elizabeth, Marcus, and Eva followed.
The other three were talking excitedly about the trip down the river today. But Hetty was overcome with a wild fluttering in her chest that sent invisible starlings to flight inside her. Charles stood at the edge of the dock, slowly uncoiling the length of rope from the nearby post that kept his ship moored. He turned to face them, and when he saw her, a smile broke out across his face.
“We are ready to board,” he called out with a laugh as a strong breeze buffeted them all and they nearly toppled over on the dock.
Charles caught Hetty’s elbow, steadying her, and she leaned into him briefly, the warmth of him seeping in
