Chapter 7
Phoebe turned her face into the wind and smiled. The sun, warm and inviting, rose high in the sky and the possibilities stretched out before her. She wore a backpack with some clothes, a bit of food and some water. “I wish we were back in the great plains of America. My mother, Renée and I used to look out across the land and see grass as far as we could see.”
Isabelle led the way in the center of Dresden and neither of them had looked back. Most people in the town had turned out to see Napoleon’s grand army leaving. No one paid them much attention. She walked at a steady pace and replied, “I have never been to America. I wonder if its plains are similar to the sunflower fields in France.”
“I doubt it. The plains stretched out for miles upon miles upon miles.” Phoebe twirled a
