Chapter Forty-Seven
Michaela
Abby made sure we knew dinner was at seven before leaving the house at five.
We’d found more family memorabilia in steamer trunks and cedar chests and I realized Mother had taken nothing that didn’t have a quotable value. Of course, photos of her parents were in her house, but only where they were supposed to be seen.
supposedHer bedroom fit a magazine, not a home.
How did I not turn out just like her? She certainly tried.
Chalk one up for Nature.
NatureEven raised by the Aceros and not me, my son would have good values—love for family, faith in something greater, gratefulness for opportunity, and respect for his elders.
More good in his DNA than bad.
Jonny’s mother wasn’t a horrible person, just troubled. He never bore her any ill will, so I asked abo
