Looking in the mirror at my long gray hair, braided neatly into a bun.  I am lost in a time A time long ago.  As I stare at the image a myself.  I am a 20 year old girl. The year was 1945.  The American ships were bringing back soldiers from fighting in the Pacific against the Japanese.  They would be on leave here in Auckland, New Zealand. 

 All the local Kiwi women were keen on the American men. I tied the last knot on the buttons of my new green satin frock I plan to wear tonight at the dance club.

The Americans are usually only on leave one or two days before they get new orders. 

 On the corner of Queen Street and Main was a fortune teller booth.  As Patty, my roommate and I approached the "Peter Pan", we both decided to get or fortunes told.  The gypsy woman read my palm first.  She said I would meet a man in wearing a white hat and would have a long name.