Chapter Seventeen
Days had passed without any events, and fall was fast approaching its zenith. By now, Sister Mary Paul gave Elizabeth a wide berth - she saw the fire in Elizabeth’s eyes, and she recognized the feeling attached to such a stare. It frightened her because it was newly born, more fresh and more elastic.
The evil eye had come quite naturally to Elizabeth, even without practice. She would likely use it again, but not today. On soft days like this when all was still, a day when there was no school, no brothers or sister in the house and father gone, music hung like ripe fruit ready to be plucked and enjoyed.
Katherine took John to the park and hoped that Elizabeth might come along, but she refused. The boys were down at the bowling alley - James was working and Patrick watch
