Read Online Rose for Rose: Book Two in the Angels' Mirror Series by Harmony L. Courtney - Free Book Online

blue felt cloche, and worn out Mary Janes.
    The look on her face was likely fright, but it was difficult to tell in the dimmed café lighting.
    “Where did my brothers go?”
    Unsure what to say, Eugenie did all she could to come up with something quickly.
    “Why, you’re in a café,” she said, “and my name is Eugenie Jeffries. I work here. It’s after hours… What’s… what’s your name?”
    Though she tried not to sound scatterbrained and nervous, she most certainly felt like it.
    The girl mumbled something that wasn’t quite loud enough for Eugenie.
    “Beg pardon,” she asked.
    Finally, the girl met her eyes. “I said nice to meet you, but where am I?”
    “Where did you begin?” Eugenie smiled at her, hoping it would help calm her nerves.
    “That’s not fair! I asked first, now where am I?”
    The girl all but looked ready to stamp her foot. She walked several steps closer to Eugenie, then back a step as their eyes met again.
    “Well,” Eugenie began, not sure where to begin.
    Oh, she wished she hadn’t eaten that egg salad sandwich.
    Abruptly lurching, she tried to find something to puke in, bursting past the already overwhelmed girl and just barely making it to the bucket she’d had beside her earlier. After cleaning herself up, under the curious and watchful eye of the girl, who had come and placed a hand at her back in support, she was finally able to answer. “You’re in Wood Village.”
    “Wood Village?” The girl looked at her, puzzled even more. “How did I get to... wherever that is, and where are my brothers? We were listening to music in the storm, and they were wrestling and then I… I fell, and now I’m…I’m here. With this weird music, and you!”
    The words came out in a tumult.
    They sounded small and scared and unsure.
    “Wood Village. Wood Village. Rrrawk,” Leopold said brightly.
    Weird music? Well… then is she really from…
    “You’re in Oregon,” Eugenie said, feeling sheepish. “And yes… it was a bird you heard earlier. The one over there…” she said, pointing to Clem. “She’s a good girl, usually. Just talkative.”
    Not knowing for sure yet where the girl was from, she could at least guess as to her era. “And what year was it when your brothers were wrestling? When were you? What part of the country were you in?”
    “You sure ask a lot of questions. But I’ll have you know… my name is Rose Angela Wishart-Laurent, and I’m the daughter of one of the best fishermen in all of Gloucester Harbor! He not only catches them, but has four men who work for him, helping to dress and dry them once they’re caught. And I hope he’s alright; there… there was a storm and he was out in the boat, and he… I…”
    The torrent of words finally trailed off.
    “And it’s nineteen thirty, of course!”
    Tentatively, Eugenie looked the girl in the eye, and then more boldly. Why, the girl had traveled eighty-three years into the future without having a clue what happened!
    Was any of her family still alive?
    “Dear… Rose… um…”
    “Well, spit it out, please,” the girl looked frustrated despite her uncertainty. The green depths of her eyes were like swimming pools unstirred.
    “Iii’m Popeye the-,” Leopold began to sing, stretching out his words.
    “Not now!”
    Startled by Eugenie’s outcry, he closed his beak, but then Floy started up. “I’m Popeye the-”
    “No, Floy. Be a good bird. Not now!”
    Eugenie began to feel a little queasy thinking of sailboats on the water in a storm. Just picturing them made her feel all topsy-turvy inside… not a good thing when her stomach was already unsettled.
    The dogs began to bark again. Probably because I was yelling , she told herself. Or is it because there’s a sudden stranger in the night?
    “Rose, it isn’t nineteen thirty any more. I don’t know how to say this, but… you’re in a… a 1950s café, but… but the year is… two thousand and thirteen.” She paused a moment to let the