' Wilbur Larch might have observed that they were given the orphan's share. Eames's daughter, and what that had cost. Swimming lessons! he thought. ' Candy had been like a mother to him, and Wally was a second father—or the favorite, eccentric uncle.
A boy named Smoky Fields had opened his jar of apple-cider jelly and was eating it out of the jar with his hand. Two tiny hands reached above the edge of the examining tray, but only the fingertips of the dead baby from Three Mile Falls were visible to the stationmaster's assistant. In those days (in 192-), all boys born at St. Vernon hadn't even known she was going, or he would probably have beaten her for it.
Join the newsletter to receive news, updates, new products and freebies in your inbox.