CHAPTER THREE
I figure after the ugly episode with Hoyt that it’s going to take an act of God before I’ll get Sylvie talking again. It’s too bad, since that nasty incident only heightened my curiosity about her life. I can sort of see the allure of Hurst, but Jud Hoyt? Doesn’t work for me. He has some dangerous erratic quality to him I fear. Although for a time during that awful scene, Sylvie seemed deeply connected to the man. I’m curious to know why.
We do buy Sylvie a new dress—a soft little cotton one that doesn’t look a whole lot different than the one she wore when I picked her up. This one is pale pink with pale ivory roses scattered across the fabric. Like the other, it moves with the breeze, shifting over her flesh like a silk scarf. She seems pleased and I adore how she looks i
