Chapter 350 Three Names

• Agnes made tea because her hands needed something to do.
• The house was one room. A cot, a hot plate, a table with two mismatched chairs. Above the cot hung a single photograph of forty children squinting into the sun on that concrete yard.
• "It only took him two weeks," she said, setting the cup down. "Two weeks after they sentenced you, this place burned down at three in the morning. I got all the children out through the kitchen door, then stood in that yard in my nightgown and watched forty years of my life turn into charcoal."