Jane Flanagan, started calling her, leaving messages about Lake Grove, making it impossible to think of anything else. Marilyn ended up telling Caitlin the whole story over dinner. She needed to unburden herself of it. And she wanted Caitlin’s advice as to whether she ought to call back. “You asked why I stopped painting,” she said. She paused, unsure how to go on. “Start at the beginning,” she said out loud, to herself, then took a deep breath. “Something I haven’t told you is that I had a little girl.”
