~Chapter 11~

     At the graves of her ma and pa, Elizabeth knelt down between the grass covered dirt mounds.  She had picked the last of the wildflowers, dried and brittle, she had seen, and divided them between the two graves, laying them next to the stones. 

     “Ma, Pa, it’s me.  It’s Elizabeth.  I came back for Christmas.  They let me have three weeks vacation where I go to school, so here I am.  I paid my own train fare, since I know things have been rather rou...

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