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Birthday Wishes
December 2, 1945 — Evelyn“Happy Birthday, Danny!” Evelyn sang. “You’re two years old. What a big boy you are.”
Danny grinned and held up one pudgy finger. “Two.”
“Yes, two.” She helped him lift up a second finger, then kissed his cheek. The yellow tones of her dress accented her dark hair and creamy skin. It was the first time she’d worn such a bright color since news of Jim’s death had colored her life with glaring black and dull gray tones.
“I’m glad you wore the dress, dear,” her mother said. “It’s good for Danny to see you so happy.”
“Thanks, Mother.” Evelyn kissed her cheek. “I am happy. My beautiful boy is two today.”
“Handsome. He’s handsome and strapping, aren’t you, Danny?” Her father tousled Danny’s hair and tickled his side.
“Let’s blow out the candles
