Mail Order Josephine - A Historical Mail Order Bride Novel (Western Mail Order Brides) - Plot & Excerpts
“You go ahead, dear,” she groaned. “I don’t feel much like eating.” Josephine ate alone, hoping Aunt Agatha would perk up later in the morning, but when she returned to the room and tried to interest her aunt in any of a dozen potential diversions for the day, Aunt Agatha turned her face toward the wall and muttered, “You go ahead. I don’t feel like going out.” She went back to sleep. Josephine watched her for perhaps an hour, intermittently reading and taking turns around the balcony. Just when she began to think about venturing out on the town and reviewing the possible destinations available to her, a soft knock summoned her to the door of the room. She almost didn’t recognize the gentleman standing on the landing in a pressed suit and a straw bowler hat, a walking stick with a gleaming brass knob in his hand, and polished snake-skin boots. Only the cut of his moustache below his flashing brown eyes identified the visitor to her as Andrew Stockton.
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