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EVELYN – JANUARY 1932
Evelyn, wearing a faded housedress that someone had donated to the orphanage, stood on the porch with her satchel in one hand. Her other hand was gripped tightly by Sister Honora. They faced a door that was centered on the largest house Evelyn had ever seen—easily four or five times bigger than the one she’d lived in with Miz Beatrice. The porch wrapped around the front and one side of the house, and stately white pillars supported an upper balcony.
Sister rapped loudly on the door, and just moments later, footsteps approached. Then the heavy wooden door swung open to reveal a pretty young woman who smiled brightly. A small child, wearing short pants with a bib over a white shirt, peeked around the woman's full skirt. He looked to be about four years old.
"Mrs.
