June
Chapter One
Raining again?" June Kallahan stood on
tiptoe to look out the ship porthole. "Doesn't it ever let
up?"
Samantha Harris pressed closer, elbowing a larger peephole
in the dirty pane. "Can't allow a bit o' rain to spoil
your day, lovey. Do you see your intended?"
June anxiously searched the landing area. Eli had said to
look for a man, five foot ten, fair skinned, with sandy
brown hair and hazel eyes. As she scanned the milling
crowd, her heartbeat quickened. Where could he be?
"Do you think he'll like me, Sam?"
"Oh, 'ow could 'e not like you?" Sam gave June's arm a
jaunty squeeze. "You bein' so comely and all."
"Comely?" June laughed. She'd struck up an instant
friendship with this charming English waif the moment they
boarded ship in San Francisco. Sam was en route to Seattle
to assist her ailing aunt, who ran a small orphanage. Sam's
accent was pure delight-a touch of cockney and Irish
brogue amid the English, with Sam's own particular manners
of speech thrown in for color.
"Goodness, Sam. There isn't a comely thing about me.
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