“I recognized you the moment I saw you. You’re a spitting image of your mother. My memory isn’t shot quite yet.” “You knew my mother?” “Knew of her and saw her a handful of times,” she corrects me. “Everyone here knew about Lee Rose’s city girl from up in Calgary. She spent a couple of years down here with Lee before they both left. Lee came back alone a few months later. We didn’t know why she didn’t come back with him at the time, but maybe . . .” “It was because of me,” I say,
