April 28, 1917

“Mama!” Maisie yelled.

“Yes love?” Evie said, faking a tired smile as she turned around.

“I’m not tired!” Maisie whined, climbing her long dress and curling up on her lap.

“Sweetheart, little girls shouldn’t be up this late. Maybe if you close your eyes hard enough you’ll fall asleep,” Evie soothed.

“C’n I have ‘nother story Mama?” Maisie asked.

“You know the rules, one story pe...