JOHN AND MIRIAM
Chapter Two

"It's all in how you present yourself," Miriam explained as they walked through the steerage section of Titanic, searching for their room. "That officer was used to obeying people who considered themselves superior to him. When I acted like I was superior, he was so well-trained to obey that he didn't have a chance to realize that we're just steerage people."

"Just steerage people?" John commented with a grin. "Now you sound like you think that he's superior to us." He sobered. "Did you think you were superior to him?"

Miriam thought for a moment. "No," she responded. "I think all people are equal, whatever their position in life."

They had found their room by this time and hurried inside. Miriam looked around in dismay.

"Bunk beds! I knew I should have booked passage sooner. Maybe we'd have been able to have a double bed that way." She looked closer at the beds. "Although, I suppose that two people could fit into one of them if they were very tolerant." She gave John an innocent smile. "Do you think we could be that tolerant?"

John smiled, playing along. "Oh, I think we could manage. But not until after Mary is asleep."

"Good point." Miriam noticed people looking in at them and quickly closed the door. "Did you see how some people were staring at Mary?"

John shrugged. "Well, I guess that they don't expect to see a little girl dressed in Slavic clothes with an English couple."

"I wish they wouldn't stare. Mary might get the idea that there's something wrong with being different. Even though she's little, she still knows her own mind, and I'd hate to see her convinced that that is wrong."

John nodded in agreement. "She does have a mind of her own. Still, you've got to admit that she might be a little easier to dress if she didn't throw a fit when not allowed to wear the clothes her Slavic grandmother made for her."

"Yes, it would. I allow her to wear them though, because it makes her easier to handle on other issues, such as eating. I think this is why it's called the terrible twos."

John laughed. "You're probably right." He paused. "How about we put up our things and go out on deck. The ship will be sailing soon, and I'd like to see the shoreline pull away."

"That's right, you've never been on a ship before." Miriam tossed her and Mary's things on the top bunk of Mary's bed. "It is kind of fascinating, watching the shore disappear from view." They headed for the door.

Chapter Three
Stories