Bones to Ashes [antikvár]

1IIBabies die. People vanish. People die. Babies vanish.I was hammered early by those truths. Sure, I had a kid's understanding that mortal Hfe ends. At school, the nuns talked of heaven, purgatory, Umbo, and hell. I knew my elders would "pass." That's how my family skirted the subject. People passed. Went to be with God. Rested in peace. So I accepted, in some ill-formed way, that earthly hfe was temporary. Nevertheless, the deaths of my father and baby brother slammed me hard.And Evangeline Landry's disappearance simply had no explanation.But I jump ahead.It happened hke this.As a httle girl, I lived on Chicago's South Side, in the less fashionable outer spiral of a neighborhood called Beverly. Developed as a country retreat for the city's elite following the Great Fire of 1871, the hood featured wide lawns and large elms, and Irish CathoHc