GINEVRA May 1914
“There is another!” Pearl stormed into my house without a knock. She never knocked. I never minded.
“Another what?” I asked as I shuffled and tended to my children scurrying at my feet. They were growing so quickly. At ages ten and eight they were still young enough to be babies in my eyes, but they were old enough to start getting up to real mischief, those years that test the patience of every parent.
“Another nasty article about Alva and the Congressional Union for Woman Suffrage.” Pearl scrunched the paper under her arm as she picked up Angelina with a grunt. “Shush now, your mama and I have to talk. Will you sit quietly if I let you play with my locket?”
Her words silenced even me. Pearl had long ago learned the difference between the importance of things and the
