Mare s Tales 28
Mare's Tales - Chapter 28 - by: Beverly Taff Despite it being summer, we arrived in San Francisco in a cold dense fog. To get around the passport problems Bernadette had simply cropped her hair short and worn a thick sloppy sweater to cover her breasts. Until we picked up the new passports she was still registered on my passport as a male child. Her disguise was adequate and she looked like an adolescent boy as she attended to the sails. Our boat drifted silently through the mist...