A couple of years before I was born, Priscilla had a second child, a boy named Navarone. Priscilla was a new mom again, and my mom was a new mom, so they spent a lot of time together because they both had little kids. It became a point of understanding between them, a new start, a burying of the hatchet—though I know my mom was a bit jealous of Navarone, too, because here was this little boy that Priscilla just adored.
