TITLE: Becca's War
GENRE: YA historial fiction
“Be careful,” I snapped. Some people just needed to learn manners! Kensington Station was crowded and I was close to the tracks. I almost lost my balance as someone jostled me. Then I felt a hand on my elbow to steady me.
“Sorry, Miss.” I looked up at a tall young man, who grinned at me and doffed his hat.
I nodded at him and straightened my own hat, which he had knocked astray by his carelessness. At least he’d apologized. I turned back to see that Papa and Gramps were still in the same argument.
“Mark my words,” said Gramps, as his train pulled into the station. “There is going to be a war.”
I shivered, and not just from the chilly air. I’d been hearing this talk for weeks and it always terrified me. I had heard Gramps talk about the Mexican War often enough. It didn’t sound like something that I wanted to experience. I looked around for something to take my mind off their discussion. Not far away, the young man who had bumped me was standing near the train that would take Gramps and Gran home after their visit. He saw me look at him, swept his hat off, and bowed deeply, a huge smile on his face. Then he stood again and winked at me.
Well, I never! Mama didn’t like me to come to Philadelphia because she said that all the young men were forward, but I always thought that was just Mama. Now, I wasn’t sure.