TITANIC: A STORY TOLD
Chapter Seven
Lizzy was unpacking Rose's things in the
small, utilitarian room. Rose was placing a number of framed photographs on the
bureau, arranging them carefully next to the fishbowl. Brock and Bodine were in
the doorway.
Brock spoke up. "Is your stateroom all
right?"
Rose smiled. "Yes. Very nice. Have you
met my granddaughter, Lizzy? She takes care of me."
Lizzy responded. "We met up on deck just
as few minutes ago, Nana. Remember?"
Rose brushed her fingers against the top of
her head. "Oh, yes."
Brock glanced at Bodine. Bodine rolled his
eyes. Rose finished arranging her photographs--pictures of her children and
grandchildren, her late husband.
"There, that's nice. I have to have my
pictures when I travel."
"Would you like anything? Is there anything
I can get you?" Brock asked.
Rose looked up at him. "Yes. I would
like to see my drawing."