Chapter Twenty-FiveWith a tight grip on her pocketbook and satchel, Cora squinted into the sun and studied the dock. Like ants at a picnic, men in uniform crawled over the ships, ducking in and out of openings, up and down the ropes, and on and off the gangplanks. Intent on their work, no one looked her way. She needn’t worry about getting caught as an unauthorized person because none of the men seemed to care who else was on the premises.
She straightened her spine. Her gaze swept the undulating crowd of men. Was she the only woman here? Where were the hospital ships?
Buck up, girl. Miss Gellhorn would have already bluffed her way onto the ship. Cora nodded to herself and took a deep breath. She marched to the nearest gangplank, waited until it cleared, and placed her foot onto the meta
