Ask the folks living on the Coldwater Road what December 7, 1941 conjures up in their minds. Most would gasp and exclaim, “That’s the day the Japs bombed Pearl Harbor!” If you asked Rose, her reply would encompass more important news.
The night before, a small white lie had propelled her out of her parents’ house and into the arms of a man. That man, John Robert, wasn’t just any man, he was the man of her dreams. For Rose, this day signaled a change – the likes never witnessed before in her young life.
Two days prior, she had celebrated her twenty-third birthday. According to her, the event came as a warning; no, it came as much more, it came as a wake-up call.
She had grown tired of everyone in the community whispering behind her back. Words still indelibly fixed in her mind. “The child is still living at home with her parents, oh my!” Rose was growing tired of the idle gossip. She wasn’t stupid, simply unwilling to accept the first thing to cross her path.
How would this day, which began the journey, change the lives of one young couple living on the Coldwater Road?
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