Chapter Thirteen
“Need a lift?”
The man leaning out of the open carriage door shielded his face with a naked hand.
Monday’s sunrise had brought with it torrential rain that far surpassed the Weather Bureau’s forecast of light precipitation and a southerly breeze. A small spit of rain that had originated over the Gulf of Mexico’s June-heated waters had amassed into a thunderstorm that stretched more than seven miles out into the ocean. It had made landfall just after six o’clock, presenting Alfred with a view of the tides as they brought in the grays and blues just off the rising sun’s shoulder. It had been pouring since.
Alfred had made his way down the stairs to head to the boardinghouse for supper and been met with the deluge at the door. In the street toward the wharves a group of c
