Chapter 19: Christina in Love“Christina Anna, where are you?”
Brigetta was shouting in German. She'd already checked every hiding place in the house and in the washhouse. The spring day was growing warmer. The billowing clouds chasing each other across the blue Texas sky were lost on Brigetta. She was too busy searching for her daughter to look skyward. It was ironing and housecleaning day, and the morning half gone. Sixteen-year-old Christina would ride in the morning, but she always returned to help with the cleaning and food preparation.
She trudged upstairs one more time to check Christina's room, knowing what she would find or wouldn't find. Brigetta made a hasty survey through the armoire and the small closet. She already knew which dress was in the ironing, which dress was in the
