Nan? Beautiful, flawless Nan had been the child hidden away for years because of a disfiguring birthmark? “Oh,” Nan said softly, gazing down at Jo with clouded eyes, “you’re here. I’d forgotten.” Her eyes cleared as she snapped back to reality. “What are you staring at?” And then, as if she’d read Jo’s mind, “I told you, I had it removed. When I was twelve. Don’t you remember?” The relief that Jo’s captor wasn’t Evan…wasn’t, wasn’t, wasn’t Evan, was short-lived as the look of confusion on Nan’s face was quickly replaced by one of determination. “You draped my mirrors?” Jo asked hastily, hoping to stall for time. “That was you?” Nan leaned on the shovel. “I used the black cape that came with that fuschia dress, the one I wore to Missy’s party. I told you the dress came with a cape. It was ugly, but I wanted the dress, so…” Nan’s upper lip curled slightly. “That cape had ugly big gold buttons on it. Ruined the look. Some designers do not understand the first thing about perfection.
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