The war is over, and the boys are coming home. It’s time for women everywhere to leave the factories and return to their rightful places…in the kitchen.
Women did their duty and filled many traditionally male jobs while their men were fighting for their country, but now, the men are back and ready to take over. But what if your man didn’t return? And what if you found you enjoyed the freedom your job gave you?
Neither Marion Whiting nor Barbara Jenkins loved their jobs in the mill; however, they did the best job they could for their government, and after being widowed by the war, those jobs had become a necessity.
The two women fell in love and moved in together to save on expenses, but they soon discovered life is very different from when they were married to men. After giving up their individual homes in order to buy a place together, they learn that no bank will give them a loan without a responsible male’s signature. Since Marion and Barbara no longer have men to ‘take care’ of them, they decide they will take care of themselves and each other.
Dreams are meant to be pursued, so Marion and Barbara buy an island using the last of their combined money. They want to create a vacation getaway where they can raise their shared family, but they have no idea what it will take to make their dreams on this island a reality.
Will they have to give up their dreams to save their relationship? Will the freedoms they enjoy be thwarted by outside influences? Come along as two women in post-war Maine embark on their dream. "What could possibly go wrong?” you ask…
Genre: FICTION / Action & AdventureAs the ferry finally docked, Marion breathed a deep sigh of relief. The trip had been long, too long, and she worried that it would be impossible to make money with the idea they were pursuing. Maybe this had been a wasted trip? It was a wild idea, and she worried that she and Barbara were crazy to even entertain these thoughts. But it felt right, and they had to try. It felt like if they didn’t get out of their boring life, they would smother from the sameness of it all. If their lives alone didn’t kill them, someone else would. You see, they were a lesbian couple. They’d managed to fool some of the townspeople in the small village outside of Boston where they were escaping from, but some people were suspicious that two young widows living together and not searching for husbands were perhaps more than they appeared. Marion didn’t really care, but she worried that Barbara might accidentally be hurt if anyone realized what they were to each other.
As the ferry hit another wave and caused her to sway on her feet, she wondered if she was going to be sick once more. She hoped not. Already, people were staying well away from the seasick woman but thankfully, not Barbara. Barbara held a basin for her time and again, mopped her brow, and even fetched water from the drinking fountain in the corner to soothe her acid-filled stomach. The hours on this ferry had been hell. They hadn’t realized how long it would take to get to this corner of Maine. She was also craving a cigarette, having smelled the smoke from the one that was inevitably planted in the corner of Barbara’s lips. She knew if she had one puff though, the motion sickness she was suffering would only get worse.
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Portuguese
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Translation in progress.
Translated by Marquielly Lopes Gonçalves de Oliveira
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Spanish
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Already translated.
Translated by Enrique Quintanar Romero
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