<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5a/Agatha-avi.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Agatha Dunwich<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Unknown<br/><strong>Date:</strong>June 2, 1875<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Bodega de Goni<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Onneca<br/><hr/><br/>Amid the joy of their embrace Agatha felt the young woman pressed against her.  There was a moment of shame in the pleasure she felt.  Onneca would not, could not know how the closeness of her made Agatha’s heart race with excitement.  How the caress of her fingers sent a tingle of excitement through her body and made butterflies flutter in her stomach.  They had been girls when they were last together.  They shared hopes and dreams and wishes and secrets under the stars of the open plains.  They were innocent then, just two lost girls who found one another other amid the foreign rail ghettos.  It wasn’t until years later that Agatha began to realize why she had hurt so badly when her family took her away.<br/><br/>"Si, it is me, it is Onny."  The affirmation brought another round of joyous tears.  She was real.  She was here.  Agatha wasn’t alone anymore.  For a moment her fingers laced with Onny’s, a touch more intimate than the hand holdings of their youth.<br/><br/>“What are you doing in California?”<br/><br/>She hesitated unsure of what to say.  Her fingers slipped away.  ‘I loved a woman and was burned from my home.’   Good God.  She could not tell her that.  “My friend brought me here.  I have been moving west for some time,” She answered.  It was the truth and that seemed very important to her right now.  “Mostly by rail.  I have always loved the rail.” She had from the moment they met. “I have been staying at the Collegium.”<br/><br/><br/>The gentle touch of fingers on her corset laces reminded Agatha of intimate moments that she wished not to dwell right here and now, but also it reminded her of the fateful purpose that brought her here.  “What a sight I must be?” She said wiping tears away from puffy eyes with the back of her hand.  She knew her dress was worn and ragged.  She had only the one as the rest had been lost when her home burned.  “I must look like a potato sack with a radish on top.” She laughed self-consciously, but did not pull away from the soft play of fingers on lace.  The Onneca before her was beautiful in a way that would have made them blush and giggle as young girls.  It only made her blush now.  She was about to tell Onneca the nature of her visit to the bodega when the door bell sounded.<br/><br/>“Good morning, child.” The voice caused them both to part, perhaps too quickly in Agatha’s case.  She had ruined one life already with her affection.  She would not burden Onneca with it as well. Her childhood friend was sure to have found a husband by now.  No woman that beautiful would be without suitors for her affection.<br/><br/>“Good morning Mrs. Howell” Agatha smiled stepping away from Onneca.  “It is a pleasure to meet you.” She added as Onneca spoke about the rails and the pretty rocks and their friendship.  The memory was as clear to Agatha now as it had been those many years ago and she smiled brightly at it and at Onneca.   She nodded her head in agreement. “Thirteen in total.”<br/><br/>“Isn’t that marvelous?”<br/><br/>“A true miracle.” Agatha agreed with Mrs. Howell.  “I could not have dreamed it in my most wonderful dream.” She said looking from Mrs. Howell to Onneca wanting once again to reach out and take her hand.<br/><br/>“Oh, I am so sorry.” She apologized, realizing she was keeping Onneca from her work. “Here I am keeping you from your customers and making such a scene.   Please help her.” She said with a smile that lit up her eyes as well as her lips<br/><br/>“I can wait.  I promise I won’t leave. ”<br/>