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“I’ve never made potato candy before, Miss Iris,” Evie said, mashing potatoes in a bowl by hand. She looked at the bag of powdered sugar on the counter. “I’ll bet Rachel’s never done it either, have you? Her mom doesn’t let her eat candy.”
Rachel sat quietly at the kitchen table, ignoring her friend, fidgeting with the cuff of her shirtsleeve. Her long, dark hair hung to her shoulders, having escaped its tie, and fell across her alabaster cheeks. Evie thought she resembled a lost princess, definitely someone who needed to be saved. And that’s usually where Evie came in.
Since Rachel wasn’t listening, Evie whispered to Iris, “I’ve never seen so much blood in my life. She was really scared.”
Her palm dusted with flour, Iris rubbed between Evie’s shoulder blades with the back of her ha
