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Flannery Pratt had never made a decision that could be considered noteworthy. When she stood on the rickety and slanted train platform, she was still. Her eyes scanned the posted flyers; schedules and maps, listings for rooms and employment, and wanted posters which fluttered with the same restlessness she assumed their counterparts possessed. Her father had left her there without ceremony. In one hand she gripped the worn handles of her carpet bag. In the other, $80 to cov

There were no diamonds. No back-laced dresses. No satin ribbons for her hair. Mary had grown accustomed to ambling through life without wishing or wanting for things she didn't earn and couldn't afford. Often, she dreamed of a day when chickens weren't as scrawny as she, and where she could sleep in the meadows without a care like the girls did in Miss Collette's paintings. But Mary had never embodied the kind of grace those girls did. Their little pinkies looked like they