Our elder sister kept an erratic schedule after the day of her insanity. We didn’t see her again for a few weeks. My fear of facing her slipped away when a big, walloping dose of anger took its place. I chose to ignore her. It was much easier to pretend that she didn’t exist than to risk another confrontation. Jemma erected an invisible brick wall around herself whenever she was in Evelyn’s presence. We had inadvertently adopted the old Amish habit of shunning and put all of our energy into it. Jemma and I neither knew nor cared about Evelyn’s response to this. She never mentioned what she’d done or approached either of us with anything resembling an apology. She was so absorbed in herself that it took her a while to figure out we weren’t speaking to her. She finally got the message when I ran into her in front of the drugstore in Jubilee. She was speaking with a friend of our family’s and called out to me, “Hey, Mrs. Dale and I want to ask you something.” I stopped beside them.
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