Linda looked to her daughter, and her eyes filled with tears. “Everything I’ve ever done or said has been for your own good.” Peggy dropped into a crouch in front of her. “It’s okay, just tell us now so we can help these people.” “Your aunt Maria…” “The one who made the story?” “Yes, but she didn’t make it up. She brought it to us. For a year…” Linda looked around to the crowd of them, to Wren and to Hazel and Kelty. “Mother, go on.” “During the war, my sister, Maria, wanted to be part of the solution, a meaningful part of the victory, so she volunteered for an organization that sent women
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