Chapter ThreeRochelle climbed to her feet and brushed clumps of soil off the knees of her coveralls. She rotated her shoulders and flexed her fingers inside the bulky canvas gloves. With a grin, she waved at the petite woman planting seeds in the adjoining garden plot. The city had requisitioned several parks and divided them into victory gardens for those who didn’t have enough land to create fields of their own, and she loved the opportunity to escape the house to toil in the dirt.
Mother had initially frowned upon the denim outfit, but after the Women’s Land Army made wearing them popular, she quit complaining. Not that she’d be caught dead in one herself, but she’d purchased the Hollywood pattern and material, and had her seamstress make two for Rochelle.
Overhead, the sun played hid
