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Chapters (53)
  1. Praise
  2. Also by
  3. Title Page
  4. Copyright Page
  5. Dedication
  6. Donegal, Ireland - 1911
  7. Delia
  8. Nora
  9. Delia
  10. Nora
  11. The Titanic - 1912
  12. Delia
  13. Nora
  14. Delia
  15. Nora
  16. Delia
  17. Nora
  18. Delia
  19. Nora
  20. Delia
  21. New York - 1912
  22. Delia
  23. Nora
  24. Delia
  25. Nora
  26. Delia
  27. Nora
  28. Dallas, Texas - 1913
  29. Delia
  30. Donegal - 1913
  31. Nora
  32. Shotgun City - 1913
  33. Delia
  34. New York - 1913
  35. Nora
  36. Humboldt Ranch - 1913
  37. Delia
  38. Shotgun City - 1913
  39. Nora
  40. Delia
  41. Nora
  42. Delia
  43. Nora
  44. Delia
  45. Nora
  46. Delia
  47. Nora
  48. Delia
  49. Nora
  50. Delia
  51. Delia
  52. Acknowledgments
  53. Suggested Questions for Discussion

Ben threw my bag in the back seat and settled me into the front. We said nothing for a long time. As we drew close to the city, I began to worry. What was I going to do? My first instinct was to find Delia, but that would be impossible. Besides, at this point all I wanted to do was run away and lick my wounds. I wanted nothing more at that minute than to go back home to Donegal. But how was I to do that with hardly a penny to my name? My tears began to flow, even though I fought to hold them back.

“What’s wrong, Nora?” Ben said.

I let the words pour out of me. “Oh Ben, I just want to go home, and I’ve no money. I don’t know what I’m going to do.”

Ben looked at me and said nothing. When we arrived in New York, he drove straight to the White Star offices to inquire as to when the next ship was sailing for Ireland. He talked to the clerks and came back smiling.

He handed me a ticket. “There’s a ship sailing in two days,” he said.

I looked at him in shock. “But . . .” I began, “I didn’t mean for you to buy me a ticket. I’ve never begged in my life and I don’t intend to start now.”

“Do you have money for a hotel?” he asked, ignoring my protest.

I looked at his earnest face. I realized that in my hurry to get away from Sinclair I hadn’t even thought about where I would sleep tonight. I lowered my head.

“No,” I said.

He smiled. “I thought not. Here, take this.”

I started to refuse, but he pushed some banknotes into my hand. I held back tears as I thanked him. He drove me to what he said was a respectable hotel. When I got out of the car, I stood on the sidewalk with my bag. He and I looked at each other. I don’t think either of us knew what to say. Finally, he broke the silence.

“Good luck, Nora. Safe journey.”

“Thank you for everything, Ben,” I said, “You’ve been a good friend. I promise I will pay you back one day.” Without thinking, I reached up and kissed him on the cheek.

When I reached the hotel entrance, I turned back and waved to him one last time.

Dallas, Texas - 1913

Dallas, Texas

1913

Delia

Delia