LostInWonderland
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The scenery was different in America. As Peter and Anna stared out the window of their train cabin they saw a place much different from home. Instead of the crowded streets and buildings there was rolling farmland and mountains in the distance at some places. England had its grassy greens and sparkling water too, but here it was a different kind of green. It was warmer, and the skies were less cloudy and polluted. They had yet to see any rain. It was lovely, but it wasn't home.
As the train pulled up to its final destination, Peter helped Anna with her bags, and together the two of them took their first step into the town they'd be spending most of their days now. The small size of the town was shocking to both of them, but like father had said, it was a place where they should feel safe. There was nobody threatening here. The war wasn't being fought on American soil, after all.
"Do you have the address?" Anna asked her brother. He pulled a sheet of paper from the pocket of his jacket and caught the attention of a passerby, who pointed them in the right direction. Together they walked, taking in their new surroundings with awe and reluctance. Already they stuck out like a sore thumb; the accents, the different way they held themselves, the way they dressed. It was one thing to be foreign, but they were obviously much more well off than the majority of this town.
"This is it. Our new home for... for however long this war lasts," Peter said, staring at the townhouse before them. It was larger than the others, but it also served as an inn. The inn's owner was the only one who knew their true identity. The old woman had sworn under oath to keep their secret.
Inside they were greeted by a tiny woman in a dark green dress. She was older, with a few wrinkles, and Anna thought she looked like their grandmother.
"Ah, so you've arrived. I'm so excited to have both of you here! I told your father that I would do my best to look out for you two, the poor man. I can't imagine what it's like for him. I can't imagine how you feel about having to be here, but I promise you, you're safe as long as you are with me," the woman said, ushering them to follow her up the stairs, but she stopped at the base. "Oh, I'm Loretta, by the way. It's such a pleasure to meet you."
"Likewise..." Anna said, trying her best to smile, but she was less than thrilled about being here. Peter behaved like the perfect gentleman, as always, and thanked Loretta as she showed them to their rooms. Anna's was the first on the left, while Peter had the room across from hers.
"Now," Loretta said as they lingered in the middle of the hallway. "Breakfast is at eight in the mornings every day, lunch at noon, and dinners at seven. You're free to come and go as you like, and if you need anything you just give me a holler. I'm a busy woman, but I hope I can be of some comfort to you here." The old woman smiled, then started her way down the stairs again. "Well, I better let you two get settled in. I apologize for the brief hello, but there's some kind of celebration going on tonight, and I don't expect I'll have any empty rooms. You two should go out and familiarize yourselves with the town, and I'll get to talking to you tomorrow."
As the train pulled up to its final destination, Peter helped Anna with her bags, and together the two of them took their first step into the town they'd be spending most of their days now. The small size of the town was shocking to both of them, but like father had said, it was a place where they should feel safe. There was nobody threatening here. The war wasn't being fought on American soil, after all.
"Do you have the address?" Anna asked her brother. He pulled a sheet of paper from the pocket of his jacket and caught the attention of a passerby, who pointed them in the right direction. Together they walked, taking in their new surroundings with awe and reluctance. Already they stuck out like a sore thumb; the accents, the different way they held themselves, the way they dressed. It was one thing to be foreign, but they were obviously much more well off than the majority of this town.
"This is it. Our new home for... for however long this war lasts," Peter said, staring at the townhouse before them. It was larger than the others, but it also served as an inn. The inn's owner was the only one who knew their true identity. The old woman had sworn under oath to keep their secret.
Inside they were greeted by a tiny woman in a dark green dress. She was older, with a few wrinkles, and Anna thought she looked like their grandmother.
"Ah, so you've arrived. I'm so excited to have both of you here! I told your father that I would do my best to look out for you two, the poor man. I can't imagine what it's like for him. I can't imagine how you feel about having to be here, but I promise you, you're safe as long as you are with me," the woman said, ushering them to follow her up the stairs, but she stopped at the base. "Oh, I'm Loretta, by the way. It's such a pleasure to meet you."
"Likewise..." Anna said, trying her best to smile, but she was less than thrilled about being here. Peter behaved like the perfect gentleman, as always, and thanked Loretta as she showed them to their rooms. Anna's was the first on the left, while Peter had the room across from hers.
"Now," Loretta said as they lingered in the middle of the hallway. "Breakfast is at eight in the mornings every day, lunch at noon, and dinners at seven. You're free to come and go as you like, and if you need anything you just give me a holler. I'm a busy woman, but I hope I can be of some comfort to you here." The old woman smiled, then started her way down the stairs again. "Well, I better let you two get settled in. I apologize for the brief hello, but there's some kind of celebration going on tonight, and I don't expect I'll have any empty rooms. You two should go out and familiarize yourselves with the town, and I'll get to talking to you tomorrow."
