but I couldn’t ignore hers again.
Aurora brought dessert the next evening.
“I brought pie,” she said.
“I made chicken.”
“Good. I was worried you’d serve the manuscript.”
We laughed, and later, over dinner, I finally asked what she remembered of Maisie.
“Tell me what you remember about Maisie.”
“Honestly?”
“Especially honestly.”
Aurora recalled Arthur becoming withdrawn every June and me avoiding family albums.
“I remember Dad going quiet every June. And I remember you avoiding the photo albums.”
“I couldn’t look at them sometimes.”
“I figured that out when
