Without warning, Lottie gripped the edge of the window to gain her balance. A bottle of perfume skittered across the top of the vanity nearby, teetered on its edge, then fell to the carpet.The rolling was not in Dora’s dreams at all. The ship itself was swaying.Lottie noticed she was awake. “We’re in a storm. A bad one from the looks of it.”Suddenly it was as though the storm had moved from the outside to within. Dora lurched out of bed, grabbed the chamber pot, and gave up what was left of her dinner.Lottie ran to her side, putting one hand upon her shoulders while the other gathered her hair away from her face.When Dora was through, Lottie handed her a handkerchief. “Thank you.” Dora had never felt so embarrassed. “It must have been the rich food.”“It’s not the food,” Lottie said, draping the chamber pot with a cloth and setting it by the door. “You’re seasick.”“What’s that?”“The rocking of the ship makes your insides unbalanced.”That was exactly the way she felt.
