My body woke in complete bliss on Saturday morning as I rolled over into the sun’s light, and its warmth touched my skin. If the sun could speak words, it would say, “Good morning, Evelyn. How was that kiss I missed last night?” I had finally kissed Charles Stone. The perfect mysterious boy who had taken up so many hours of my thoughts since I was fifteen-years-old. I rose from my bed, a smile permanently fixed to my face as I turned on the shower. I slipped off my cotton pajamas and tried to relive the kiss from last night as I washed my hair with some lavender shampoo Ginger had created for me.
Walking to the diner in a trance, I found William in one of his morning workout runs. He was all red and sweaty, and before Charles, I totally would
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I suspected her blueberry muffins were done because I could smell the yummy treats from where I was sitting. I started reading the paper. Looking for any news on the warfront, and wondering what the Mother Country was planning and plotting to do next to the enemy. Which I guess wasn’t my enemy. I wouldn’t say they were my friend either, but anyone who hated the Mother Country, I was okay with. But as I searched, each page I read said nothing about the war. Nothing about casualties or bombings. About who was winning or losing. Just articles on the general election next month and the success of the Wool Festival. Weird. Very Weird.
Ginger placed the muffins on a cake stand and put a lid over them. She came back, munching on one, as I folded the newspaper. “I don’t get it,” I said staring at the wall in front of me.
“What’s wrong dear?” I looked to Ginger. My eyes must have contained my worry, because she placed her hand on my shoulder the way moms did.
“Why doesn’t anyone talk about the war? I understand that New Australia is neutral territory
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What war?” Ginger’s brows knitted together. How could I be confusing her? World War III was currently raging with nuclear weapons destroying countries and families and the environment.
“World War III.” I said it like she had to be going crazy if she somehow forgot something as important as a global war. Because you had to be crazy to forget that. I lived it everyday of my life on Unite. Ginger eyes got wide and she sat back into the chair, her hand still resting on my