Copyright, Prudence MacLeod, November 28 / 2001
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Gudrun sighed as she parked her Mercedes in the secured parking beneath her new condo. Climbing out of the car, the tall elegant blonde took the last of the small suitcases from the trunk and climbed the stairs to her new home. Kicking the door closed behind her, she set the bag on the floor then pulled off her coat and boots. After warming up her cup of takeout coffee in the microwave, Gudrun strolled slowly to the window and gazed out past the dreary city streets to the harbor.
St. John’s had seemed like such a sunny place when she’d been stranded here a few weeks ago. The people here had been so warm and friendly that she had actually wanted to stay. Gudrun smiled as she thought of her first trip to this small city stuck out in the middle of the North Atlantic.
One of her ancestors had actually been rescued by a Newfoundlander when his ship had gone down in a storm so long ago, and then she herself had been taken in by a family when her plane had been stranded here. Those good people had done their best to make her welcome and would not let her pay for a single thing, nor would they let her go to a hotel. After eighteen hours sitting on a grounded plane, the Martins had seemed like angels of mercy.