05-16-2022, 11:07 PM
Lory looked to and fro eagerly, too eagerly, for a man (or by God, even a boy would do) who looked anything like he could be this girl’s brother. Straight hair, straight hair, wavy hair, curly brown hair-- ugh, no luck.
“Ruby,” Lory smiled, mindful of every muscle in her face.
It felt more like a shop front than a name, but it was a name she had settled into before her discovery. Maybe she should start flaunting her real name and bringing shame on her family!
“But I was born Lory Ward,” she said with a dainty curtsy that had been learned at a brothel rather than a harbor.
She didn’t sound like a dockhand, or even like the rich bugger Uncle Ben had sold Alice out to.
“Where are you from, Mable?”
And how did she shake her so she could go get lost in an opium den?
“Ruby,” Lory smiled, mindful of every muscle in her face.
It felt more like a shop front than a name, but it was a name she had settled into before her discovery. Maybe she should start flaunting her real name and bringing shame on her family!
“But I was born Lory Ward,” she said with a dainty curtsy that had been learned at a brothel rather than a harbor.
She didn’t sound like a dockhand, or even like the rich bugger Uncle Ben had sold Alice out to.
“Where are you from, Mable?”
And how did she shake her so she could go get lost in an opium den?
