“When did you look up my mother’s records at the Joliet library, Michelle?” Lucy asked, trying not to incriminate herself by sounding confrontational. The others hurried to the window. When the paroxysm passed, he was forced to lean against the window-jamb for support. ’ ‘Poor sort of a mother,’ Martha said with bitterness. Are you doing okay in that shirt? You seem uncomfortable. I would like to talk to you about this—soon.