Chapter 9: The GiftsMarika had one of the hands put Ginger in the barn and went to the small house. She ate some of the jerky from the container, and started the water for chicolet. By this time, dusk was approaching and she lit the lamp before sitting on a chair by the table. She ignored the wind rattling the trees outside the house and opened the folio. This time she drew out the papers and began to read:
My darling little girl, this is not how I planned to tell you, but I became too old to live long enough to explain in person. I was christened Jack Grant Howell at birth. When my parents died, my grandmother had my name legally changed to Jack Donald, the surname her grandfather, Loren Donald, had used here on Tonath.
That grandfather of hers had crashed on Tonath when the storms that
