Back The Titanic Sisters
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

The clock chimed one. There was still time to catch the two o’clock train to New York. I didn’t care if Sullivan was waiting for me. He’d be raging that I hadn’t brought Lily, but he couldn’t hurt me more than Delia had. Nobody could.

There was a knock at the door and I jumped up to answer it. The driver was early. But it wasn’t the driver; it was Delia. I stood, unable to move. I thought maybe I was seeing a ghost. But then she spoke. “Hello, Nora. Can I come in?”

I nodded and opened the door wide. She came in and looked around at my luggage.

“I thought you might be leaving town. I’m glad I caught you in time.”

There was an awkward silence between us. I nodded to the sofa and she sat down.

“I’m sorry for what I said, Nora. It was unforgivable.”

“You had every right,” I said.

“No. I had the right to be angry with you for working for Sullivan, but I had no right to accuse you of stealing Lily when I didn’t have all the facts.” She paused, and I saw that she was fighting back tears. “And I had absolutely no right to say I wished you were dead.”

I shrugged. “It hardly matters now. I’ll be on my way to New York in an hour and I don’t suppose we’ll ever see each other again.”

I was trying to put on a brave face, but my voice faltered. Delia began crying in earnest. She stood up and put her arms around me.

“Please forgive me, Nora. I never wanted it to be like this. You don’t know how many times I wished you had survived, and we could be sisters again.”

I looked at her. “I wanted that too, Delia. I came to Texas to find you, but then I got involved with Sullivan—ah, ’tis a long story.”

Delia pulled me down on the sofa and sat beside me. “Tell me everything,” she said.

I looked at the clock. “But there isn’t time. . . .”

“You’re not leaving until I hear it. I’m going down to send your driver away; then I’m coming back to make some tea and you’re going to tell me everything.”

I managed a weak smile. She sounded just like the bossy Delia I remembered from the Titanic. I waited until she returned and went about making the tea. Then she sat down.

“Go on now,” she said.