Summer of Love, Part 1
1899, Paris Opal left the carriage and set about walking the streets of the city. She had always wanted to go to Paris- much more lively and interesting than the small, boring English countryside town she was come from. She stopped at a cafe where she enjoyed some nice French cuisine. She scribbled a few notes about her time so far- Opal was a writer, and she did this a lot, even if nothing ever came of it. Next she stopped at a bookstore. Most of the books were in French, of course, and she was still learning- she hadn't learned much since school. She went up to a young woman she had heard speaking English. "Excuse me, 'Mademoiselle'" what does this mean?" "Oh, 'the sweet love between two women.'" Opal had guessed something like that, though she was still surprised to find it out in the open. What she wasn't expecting was to hear the woman express her admiration for the story, she had apparently read it already. "I also admire the