When Marie was done working at Ann’s for the day, she avoided being near anyone even at home. She needed to hide.
“I’ve had enough,” Pa barked unexpectedly from the foot of the stairs to Marie’s bedroom. “You come down right now.”
Marie had claimed to be feeling sick and needed to use the bathroom frequently. Louise brought up her meals at dinnertime, but even then Marie waved her sister away. She wanted to stay alone in her room, playing her favorite records and listening to her bedside radio. She didn’t want to think about the baby inside her. How could she explain to anyone what happened? It wasn’t what she expected. And what about George? How could she explain that he seemed to have lied to her about everything, including his own name?
She put her sweater back on and went down the s
