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    The Fall – Chapter 2

    "What?" Alice glared at her friend. 
    Shane spoke carefully, "Is there something you want to tell me concerning Dana?" 
    "What is there to tell?" Alice replied defiantly. 
    "All right," Shane moved quickly past her. She took a few steps, and then stopped. Unable to hold her tongue any longer, she turned around. "Al, take a moment and really think about this. Then, you need to tell Dana." 
    Alice wanted to reply but the words were cluttered in her mind. Her heart pounded in a forceful rhythm as what Shane had said sank in. 
    Weakly, she muttered under her breath, "Oh, crap." 
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    Ocean Liner Rimbauer, Atlantic Ocean 
    Sleep didn’t come easy to Jo Polniaczek; night after night she lay, the horrible image caught in tinctures of light, its taunt hanging between the particles in the air, threatening to overwhelm, to swallow. 
    Today was no different; she woke up tired from her duelling mind and body. The clock by the bedside showed ten-thirty in the morning. Mentally she calculated the hours she had slept and grimaced when she came up with just a little over two. 
    Rubbing her face in an effort to wake from her sleepy state, she sat up in bed and looked around, disappointed to find that Blair was nowhere to be seen. Figuring Blair wanted to let her sleep and had gone for breakfast alone, she paced the spacious and richly decorated cabin, stretching her stiff limbs. 
    Her mind was restless, the lack of sleep only made it worse. She had agreed to this trip solely to please Blair, who believed that some time away from New York would do them good. Perhaps it might help Blair, but for her it would take a lot more than a trip to ease the pain and erase that horrible image from her mind. 
    Still, she had to admit waking up to the sight a sparkling ocean bed and the sense of freedom that came from being out in the open sea did help, in a small way. At least, in moments like these, she could forget and life seemed bearable somehow. 
    Making up her mind, she freshened up and headed out to search for Blair. Minutes later, she arrived at the restaurant to be told by the Maître d’ that Blair was out on the deck waiting for her. She hurried with long strides, politely greeting fellow passengers along the way as the salty, fresh air of the ocean slowly lightened the load on her mind. 

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    1. Layla-Gray!! You’re back! And you are too funny dragging Jo and Blair and Bianca and Maggie right along with you! I couldn’t have been happier to see your name pop up. And which is greater, this wacky crossover of women or setting it all during WWII??? Welcome Back, great start!

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