Chapter 7Early the next morning, after we had all had breakfast, Rachel, Edith, and I stood on the front steps and waved as they flew over.
“That was a fabulous Christmas,” I said. “I’ve never had Christmas with this many people. It was usually just Mom and me after we come home from the early Mass. When I was little we had Grandpa Earnest and Dad, too, but that was all. Grandma Alice would come over in the afternoon sometimes.”
“Then I’m glad you were here,” Rachel said as she gave my shoulders a squeeze. “Where did you find that drawing?”
“It was in the back of Mother’s bedroom closet with a few other drawings. At first I thought it was me until I saw the pendant.”
Rachel shook her head. “I can’t believe it,” she said.
“I told you how much she cared about you,” Edith reminded her. “
