A Coup of Tea: Chapter 2 (introduction)

I startle awake to hands shoving me roughly. “Hey, grace, where’s your ticket?” someone is asking. I blink rapidly into the face of a conductor. “I’m sorry?” I respond automatically, while part of my brain wonders if I have ever been addressed as “grace,” a common address of respect, rather than “highness.” “Where’s your ticket?” … More A Coup of Tea: Chapter 2 (introduction)