The next morning presented itself with a mixture of clouds and sun. Fawn awakened to sunshine streaming through her upstairs window as a light breeze ruffled the curtains. She washed hurriedly as she stood by the washbowl and pitcher. She had washed her hair the night before at the outside water pump. Donning her best hand-me-down dress, she studied herself in the looking glass. My eyes are too narrow. They are barely slits in my too round face. My eyelashes are so pale they are almost invisible. I wish I was pretty like my mother had been. A tear slid down her cheek. If only we could have been close. She twisted her hair into a coil and pinned it to the back of her head, pinched her cheeks, and went downstairs.
The aroma of bacon, blueberry pancakes, and hot maple syrup wafted through the house. Little girl laughter tickled Fawn’s ears. It seemed everyone else was already in the kitchen. Her stomach growled while her abdomen tightened and fought the idea of food. As she entered the kitchen all eyes turned toward her.
Sarah Beth ran toward her and wrapped her in a tight hug. “You look nice, Miss Fawn.” Taking Fawn’s hand she led her to a chair at the table.
Fawn’s hands fluttered as she tried to butter her pancakes. The knife dropped and clattered to the floor. Her heart pounded l...