CHAPTER 8
Adeline
Yawning, I slipped on a light pink nightgown. It was strange that I felt tired in my own dream. I made my way over to the chaise by the window and stared outside. Night had fallen, and Helen had just retired for the evening, leaving an oil lamp in my room so I could see. I always wondered how people survived without electricity, but it wasn’t so bad. The small dusting of snow had made a white blanket across the yard.
A soft knock sounded on the door. When it opened, my great-grandmother stuck her head in. Her long, white hair was in a large braid, and she had on a cream-colored nightgown and robe. “I thought you’d be asleep by now.”
“No.” I stood and moved away from the window to sit on my bed. “It’s been an interesting day; so much to think on.”
She sat down on the
