|Josie, Mary, and Grace|
Our lives had changed — both the girls' and mine — and for the first time ever we were separated from each other, living separate lives in separate homes as separate families. And now it looked like this was going to be permanent. It was as if we had never been a family or never shared a past.
My life had changed too. Drastically. Where just months earlier I was a father with a home, a job, and three young girls, I was now a homeless man who had lost everything and didn't know why this was. I had no car, barely any income, and no family. I had even lost my mother in a mysterious and brutal murder in a nursing home in Florida, and no one could tell me why this had happened either. In a few short months the girls and I had lost any semblance of the life we once had together. If someone had been trying to destroy us, they had succeeded.
|Betsy, Tacy, and Tib on their bench at the top of Center Street in Mankato. |
From the Betsy-Tacy series by Maud Hart Lovelace