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EVELYN – APRIL 1938
Evelyn stood on the porch looking toward the road. Henry and her mother were to arrive today. A late spring snow had fallen overnight, but Mr. Martinelli had cleared the drive and front walk that morning, and the early afternoon sun was quickly melting any remnants of white left on tufts of new grass. Still, Evelyn shivered.
Over the past few days, Evelyn had thought a lot about all that had changed since she had been left on the doorstep of the orphanage with Viola. Of course their mother hadn't literally left them on the doorstep, but that's how emotion served it up, and emotions were so strong now, spilling out of the corner of her heart where she had shut them away. Anger, sadness, disappointment, and more than just a touch of shame. What had been wrong with h
