June 6, 1938
She is still reading the short story. It’s delicious. It’s also scary, she is loving it. But her eyelids keep on closing despite her interest. She reaches for a bookmark and finds one in her bedside table. It’s an advertisement she clipped out from last June. 1937.
She’s not sure why she thought they could take such a cruise.
She’s lets out the tiniest of sighs, and forces herself to smile, even as she is dozing off.
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