“Then once when I went to her she said she was going to take the baby on a little visit to some relatives and would write me as soon as she got back.”
“Yes,” encouraged the low voice.
“She never wrote or came back. I couldn’t find where she’d gone, and father was terribly ill, and I’ve hoped and hoped––”
“How long since you last saw him?”
Molly considered a moment.
“A long time,” she sighed.
“How many years?”
“One!”
“Then he was almost seven years with the woman?”
“Yes,” breathed Molly, and they lapsed into silence.