19
EVELYN – JUNE–DECEMBER 1941
Evelyn stood and stared at the house in dismay. It really wasn't a house, just a framed structure with a roof and tar paper on the outside walls. How could Russell have been so excited about this?
He'd come home from work last week happier than she had seen him since their vacation and told her about the man who wanted to sell the house. Harold Murphy was a friend of Hoffman and had started to build the place for his wife. They had only been married a few years and this was going to be the home where they would raise their family. Last month, the wife had been killed in a car accident, and Harold couldn’t face the job of finishing the house and living there alone. He wanted to get rid of the place as quickly as he could, so he was practically giving it awa
