A Home For Helena (The Lady P Chronicles Book 2) - Plot & Excerpts
Not surprisingly, the buildings were nothing like what she remembered from modern-day. She made out a cobbler's shop, a haberdasher's, and an apothecary in a line of store fronts surrounded by modest residences. “Gracechurch Street, miss. Wot’s yer direction?” “I’m not sure,” she confessed. “It’s a fortune teller. A Madame Herne.” He murmured under his breath, and she could imagine what he was thinking. A lady traveling unaccompanied after dark to visit a fortune teller. Foolish in the extreme. Where was her husband? Helena wasn’t feeling very sensible at the time. Exhausted and brokenhearted, she simply wanted someone to confide in, someone who would listen to her without thinking she was either a witch or a lunatic. Someone who could help her search out the truth. So much for finding a home, she thought bitterly. If she didn’t belong in the twenty-first century, it was a cinch she didn’t belong here in the nineteenth either.
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