It was the only mirror Evvie and Sam had. Claire remembered saving up for a full-length mirror from the first allowance she’d been given. It had taken weeks, and then she’d had to beg Megs to go with her, drive it back, and put it up. Nicky hadn’t approved, either, but Claire had gotten what she wanted. It was her mirror alone. At one point, she’d charged Evvie and Thea ten cents per use. Now that she thought about it, charging them had been Sybil’s idea. Sybil cherished profits. Thea had zipped off to Portland the night before, Clark paying for first-class transportation. Claire smiled. Clark might have bought her a ticket in a comparable situation, but not first class. The advantages of looking like Megs. It had been odd being alone with Evvie, no Sam, no horde of sisters and parents. Just the two of them, with Evvie looking as though she blamed Claire for everything. “It’s not my fault,” Claire had finally protested. “I’m not responsible for Sam being on Long Island, and Thea going to Oregon, and Nicky going crazy.”
