EpilogueStrung Together
By Henry Griffiths
In the autumn of the year 1900, a banker’s apprentice from the city was summoned to the Dupree home, a large, colorless farmhouse sitting in solitude in the middle of dark, dreary woods. A knock at the entrance garnered no answer. With the thick, maple door askew, the young man could see a child at play in the middle of a large room, a kitchen and gathering area all in one.
“Excuse me, little one.” The banker’s apprentice worked to make his drawl sound more aristocratic and educated than bumpkin. “Might this be the home of Aloysius Dupree?”
“I’m small in stature, but not much longer a minor.” The girl had dark eyes and a shy smile. “Aloysious is my father.” Her hair was pulled back in a severe way defying her childlike features, her attire all
