“Yes, Papa, I’m sure the situation was very hard for Rachel’s whole family.”
Jonathan asked, “Can you read a little more?”
The four of them had gathered in the restaurant at the motel the morning after they had found the missing pages of Rachel’s journal. They’d had breakfast, and now Jenny was reading to them as they sat together drinking their coffee. Jenny picked up another page and began to read.
December 12, 1949. I can’t bear this. Today two policemen came to my door. They asked me if I was married to Robert St. Clair.
Rachel sat in her rocking chair with her daughter. Jenny had Bear and was holding a book that had pictures of animals with their names printed in large letters.
“Cow,” Jenny said, pointing at the picture.
“Yes, cow,” Rachel said, pointing at the letters. “That’s
