Author Note

Welcome to another Roaring Twenties story. While I was writing Henry and Betty’s story, my husband asked how the book was coming along. I told him that I couldn’t wait to see how it ended. He gave me one of those dumbfounded looks and pointed out that I was the author. I nodded and said, “I know.”

That’s how it is sometimes—the characters take over, and I’m just typing the story they are laying out for me, right up to the end. That’s what happened with this story. I thought it would end with a wedding. They proved me wrong.

There are two things I’d like to point out. The FBI wasn’t the Federal Bureau of Investigation until 1935. Prior to that, it was the Bureau of Investigation, therefore agents were not referred to as “FBI” during the Roaring Twenties. However, I termed Henry’s occupation as an FBI agent and hope you don’t mind.

The second one is that childbirth changed drastically in the 1920s. There were fewer “home deliveries” with the rise in hospitals, and maternity wards became more commonplace. So did administering ether to women in labor so they “slept” through the entire process, not remembering anything when they woke up. Yes, it was known as “modern medicine.”

I do hope you enjoy Henry and Betty’s story!