Welcome back to day two of Coffin Hop. Grab your cuppa and sit back for part two of seven of our tale, Herbs, Spices, Tea and Ghosts of a Chinese Tea Shop. Thank you for all your lovely comment. At the end of this tale all of your names will be put in a bowl and Princess will pick one of you for two books and a few bits and bobs and a second winner will win al book. All signed to you and pawgraphed as well.
During the war Wong’s family had keep me while my parents were in consideration camps as enemies of the country. Wong and I have always been close he was always like a brother I felt and I was right to feel this way. Our first night at sea we talked all night. He was as shocked as I. We decided not to tell anyone until our parents had passed. We both had siblings and were not sure what they would think. Wong had a younger bother and sister, I had three younger brothers who would go to University in England like father had. I am only 18 and I feel so alone and scared.’ Mom had written this so long ago.
“I am sure it is. I can’t imagine having to clear it all out. Thanks for giving Dad so much tea he loves it. You know his brother in China sends him that tea too. He lives in Hong Kong I visited him a few years ago. He had tales to tell of our parents,” she said.
This all came out in one breath. I took a huge drink of the Bloody Mary, it will hit me soon on an empty stomach. Alice read the journal as we sat there. She just looked at me, dumbfounded as I was.
Alice didn’t sound bitter, she sounded like me.
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