"It was the flu that snatched your mother Jennie from us. It was raging everywhere. The two of you were so small. She died while you were in the bassinet next to her bed, Ruthie. Our mother Annie had gone out to get her medicine, but did not make it back in time."
"Jennie was our father's favorite. We were a well thought of family. Our father was prominent Logan citizen, Thomas X. Smith. Everyone knew Jennie was his favorite daughter. After we buried Jennie that cold November day, the six of us gathered to determine who should be the ones to raise the two of you. Fannie, David, Eugene, Mabel, patience and I were all there. Your father Leo and and I had not been able to have children yet, so we seemed like the likely choice." her voice trickled to a whisper as she muttered something about daffodils.
Mother never once said a word about our real father , Edwin. I always wondered if he simply did he not want us.
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