Chapter 64

“Don’t pay any mind to me. I’m not thinking straight.” He held out his palm to reveal the large red brooch he held.

“Is that a ruby?”

“Yeah. I’ve got to go to Mr. Feinstein’s. Hopefully he’ll give me enough to tide us over until Papa gets paid.”

“Has the Army held back his wages again?”

“Yes, but it’s not just him. They’re late with everyone’s pay.”

“I’m sorry, Georgie. Look, suppose I go with you?”

“Would you? I could use you at my side—for moral support. This brooch was my mother’s, and I feel awful having to sell it. Which is foolish, since I’ve sold all Mama’s jewels, and she hasn’t shed a single tear over them.”

Bart patted his shoulder. He knew George’s pa had been married before—although George called his pa’s wife “mama,” he’d lost his real ma when he was just a tyke. “I can’t explain women,” was all he could offer.

“You live with enough of ‘em.”

That was the truth: there were six of them, not counting Ma.