Starr was no longer young, a small, dark-haired beauty with pale cheeks and capable looking hands. When Annie talked to her, she felt like an sss. Starr continued to cry. Spots of color appeared in her cheeks when Annie mentioned Nelson. They had met when Clarise and Starr visited the artist’s exhibition at the Arts Barn four years ago, married after a whirlwind courtship, and separated six months later. An amicable divorce followed. Starr continued to visit Edmonton from where she moved to Toronto and kept in touch with Nelson. She seldom visited Clarise, nor did she call.
“Why?” asked Annie. “She was your mother. Why didn’t you spend more time with her or ask her how she was getting along?”
Starr snuffled and her face grew deathly pale with two spots of bright red on her high cheekbone
