The Flyer
Chapter One
"I can't believe she has the nerve to walk about the streets dressed like that!"
"And her hair. What in the world would possess a woman to ... to chop it all off
like that?"
"You're behind the times, aren't you? You've seen those women who come off
the ships. Americans and British, most likely, I should think from the way they speak.
And each of them with hair as short as this one."
"Who is she? Have you ever seen her before?"
"No, I can't say that I have. But you can tell, can't you? She's a fast one, that. I know I'll
be watching my Robert more closely if she stays in town."
Helen Stanwood tensed at the counter in Bully's Dry Goods, her fingers cutting into the
edge of her change purse. Not only was she completely uncertain as to which coins she
should give to the man behind the counter, but she now had to pretend she couldn't hear
the remarks coming from behind her.
She bit back the threat of tears, ignoring the tight throb that formed in her throat. Did the
three women behind her think she couldn't hear them?
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