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EVELYN – JANUARY 1941
Evelyn wished Russell was here with her. She felt so awkward with the weight of her pregnancy pulling her forward. She shouldn't have worn high heels, but she'd wanted to be dressed up for Viola's wedding, so she’d put on her good black shoes and her best maternity dress under the gray coat that could hardly button over her stomach. They were at the same courthouse where Evelyn and Russell had married, but a Justice of the Peace was officiating today. Viola was so far along it looked like she was going to burst right there, but she looked happy.
Glancing at the man her sister was marrying, Evelyn hoped the happiness would last. Lester Franklin was tall with a craggy face and dark hair cut very short. He was a long-haul truck driver, and when Viola had first talk
