couldn’t trace a single person who I was related to. That’s how I ended up in foster care.” Mrs. Carpenter studied me for a long moment before starting the truck engine. “John told me that you didn’t enter the program until you were five years old. Who did you live with until then?” We bounced down the long gravel drive. A child’s face flashed before my eyes—brown hair, blue eyes, bright red freckles on her full cheeks—the face of Lucy Reynolds, my cousin. But Lucy didn’t have freckles. “I lived with my aunt and cousin.” My voice was barely audible above the truck engine. “What happened to them?” “They . . . died.” “Well, Maggie Mae, you and I are alike. Seems that those closest to us die. I lost two husbands; you lost your parents, your cousin, and your aunt. We’re two peas in a pod.”
7/2/11 7:27 AM
Published on Dec 12, 2011
After bouncing from foster home to foster home, Magdalene Mae is transferred to what should be her last foster home in the tiny town of Silv...