Chapter 40

My mother and Frankie were also at the Thanksgiving dinner. Mother and Miss Kitty were becoming the best of friends: grocery shopping and antiquing together, attending local bingo parlors, getting their hair done every other Saturday morning at place called Ruthie’s Gossip Palace, and other feminine joys that the two women relished.

A new tenant lived in the Tudor, living in Tuck’s old room. Her name was Estelle Cartwright. She was beautiful with long blonde hair, blue eyes, and a thin build. Carl said she could have passed as Taylor Swift’s sister, but I didn’t agree with him. Estelle was thicker around the hips and didn’t have Taylor’s adorable pug nose. She was twenty-six, an elementary teacher at Proctor Elementary on Sher Street in downtown Erie. And she was originally from Pittsburgh, parentless, a sweetheart, and what Miss Kitty referred to as her adopted daughter, happy to care for her as Miss Kitty had also cared for me.