Chapter 103

My other aunts must have known what happened. Jessie’s pregnancy, Evie’s help in the abortion, how a part of her died in that doctor’s office with the baby. Of course they wouldn’t want to speak of Jessie around her—she was the family matriarch, she meant too much to everyone and with Jessie gone it was easier to pretend she never existed. I don’t remember ever hearing her name before she simply showed up that summer, all those years back. I have a feeling that if she hadn’t stopped by, I might have never known of her at all.

But Evie is dead. “Why don’t you come in with me?” I ask. When she shakes her head, I point out, “It sounds to me like Aunt Evie was the only one keeping you away, Aunt Jessie. Now that she’s not here—”