Chapter Eighteen
She had been crying since before the train chugged to a halt. She’d expected Homer to depart in Chicago, but hadn’t known John was leaving. And damn it, he could have said goodbye.
“I am John’s girl, Mr. McGee. I’ll not be yours.”
By the arm, he yanked her forcefully, almost viciously, and pulled her down the cement sidewalk toward the street.
“You’ll do as you’re told, Kelli.”
He placed her near the curb, dried her tears and threatened her with reprisal if she didn’t perform. He began tapping his watch.
“We need to re-board in not much more than an hour.”
He turned her toward a DO NOT WALK sign.
“When the right man comes along, you’ll know it. Now parade like a w***e. If you can’t choose someone quickly, I’ll pick for you.”
The gusty Chicago wind blew, the sun wa
