CHAPTER six
After she finished arranging the wreath, she straightened up and turned around. And then...she saw him. A tall, strong man who wore his hair almost as short as a soldier’s was leaning up against a wall across the street from the memorial.
He had a handkerchief tied over his mouth, which was common enough this time of year, when the wind blew out of the west and carried the disgusting stench of the polluted river up to this side of Rivertown. The muscular build and the hair made him seem like a man who had just mustered out of the army. Itana thought, Maybe this is the one I was planning to meet.
She crossed the street to where the man was standing. Up close, she could see that the nose protected by the handkerchief was long and aquiline, and the green eyes had a twinkle in t
