Chapters (53)
- Praise
- Also by
- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Dedication
- Donegal, Ireland - 1911
- Delia
- Nora
- Delia
- Nora
- The Titanic - 1912
- Delia
- Nora
- Delia
- Nora
- Delia
- Nora
- Delia
- Nora
- Delia
- New York - 1912
- Delia
- Nora
- Delia
- Nora
- Delia
- Nora
- Dallas, Texas - 1913
- Delia
- Donegal - 1913
- Nora
- Shotgun City - 1913
- Delia
- New York - 1913
- Nora
- Humboldt Ranch - 1913
- Delia
- Shotgun City - 1913
- Nora
- Delia
- Nora
- Delia
- Nora
- Delia
- Nora
- Delia
- Nora
- Delia
- Nora
- Delia
- Delia
- Acknowledgments
- 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.