Vendors strolled the street, selling their wares to children who danced in and out of the waiting crowd like court jesters.
Hannah was amused by their antics when little managed to cheer her those days. She was so caught up in the activities going on around her that she wasn't watching where she was walking. Before she realized what she was doing, she stumbled headlong into a solid male chest. For an instant she assumed she'd blundered into a brick wall. The pair of strong hands that caught her shoulders convinced her otherwise. His grip tightened to keep her from stumbling backward.
"I'm sorry," she mumbled, once she'd found her voice. He was a sailor. One tall and muscular sailor. As nonsensical as it seemed, he had the look of a pirate about him – bold and daring. His hair was as dark as his eyes. He wasn't strikingly handsome; his features were too sharp, too craggy for that. Then his finely shaped mouth curved into a faint smile, flashing white, even teeth.
"I'm… sorry," she stammered again, staring up at him, embarrassed at the way she'd been openly appraising him. She couldn't help being curious. He seemed so aloof, so withdrawn that she felt forced to embellish. "I wasn't watching where I was going." She offered him a feeble smile, and when he dropped his hands, she blushed and looked away.
"You weren't hurt?"
"No… no, I'm fine. What about you?"
"No problem." His gaze swept over her, and he moved on without saying another word.
Following the brief encounter, Hannah decided it would be best if she stood in one place. She selected a vantage point that offered her a good view of the parade, which was just beginning.
With mild interest she viewed the mayor and several other public officials as they rode by, sitting atop polished convertibles. She lost count of the number of bands and performing drill teams that passed. A fire-flashing baton twirler was followed by a variety of enchanting floats.
Enthralled almost against her will, Hannah stayed until the very end, when it was well past dark. The crowds had started to disperse, and hoping the station wagon was no longer blocked, she headed down the steep hills toward the Mission House. Since there were still people about, she didn't think there'd be a problem of being alone in a bad section of town. But as she neared the Mission House, she discovered there were only a few cars left parked in the area. Soon there was no one else in sight.
When she first noticed the twin shadows following her she was pleased, naively thinking there was safety in numbers. But when she turned and noted the way the two were closing in on her, with menacing looks and walks, she knew she was in trouble.