Ginevra"s head poked out the frosted glass door separating the family quarters from those of the staff. On her face was the sweetest smile I had ever seen.
I rushed out my door, she out of hers. We threw ourselves together.
With summer, she came, and my life filled with color. With her arrival, I leaned out to the floor f*******n to me, daring to bring the disapproval and scorn from the others below. I didn"t care at all.
To feel Pearl"s arms around me was as if to feel my mother"s, one arm of tenderness, one of belonging.
“Come, let me show you my new gowns,” she cried, her first words to me after she hugged me. I smelled her expensive perfume and hoped it would stick to me as the smoke of the kitchen always did.
There was no showing off in her showing, only the thrill of fashion we
