After breakfast, Penny went back to her room and sat on her bed to look through the photo album. She didn’t know what she might learn from it, but it was a treasure trove of memories, and now it was hers.
The first page displayed a single large black-and-white portrait, too old for her mother to be in it. The setting was familiar, though. It was her house, with a large group of strange people posed before it. An extremely old woman, her remaining wisps of gray hair blowing about her, stood frozen. She wore a straight black dress, bore a tired expression, and had her arms folded across her scrawny chest. She was flanked by two younger women, both in white dresses, their hair tucked up into wide-brimmed hats. Standing before them in two rows of six were a dozen young girls ranging fr
