Genre: upmarket women's fiction
The Girl With No Name
October 18, 1951
Thea Greyson's eyes pulled again to the same five words: "YOUR HUSBAND LT. DAVID GREYSON." Rumbling thunder hid her sobbing as she replaced the telegram by his picture on the mantel. The wind whistled through a rattling window pane. Pulling the afghan she'd knitted him close around her, she pretended she could smell his pipe tobacco. A fluttery tapping sounded between the thunderclaps. "I expect it's too late for sympathy callers," she told David's picture as she rose from the armchair, wiping her face.
Strands of her hair blew loose as she peeked outside. Her mouth flew wide open along with the door as she reached towards the small figure on the porch.
"Good Heavens, child! You're soaked to the bone." Thea shuttled the girl indoors. "What's a little girl like you doing out on a night like this? Does your mama know where you're at?"
The girl shook her head, dripping rainwater on the floor.
Thea smiled and slipped the afghan around the child's shoulders. "Don't you worry. I'll help you find your mama. Just tell me your name."
The girl opened her mouth and her blue lips twitched. Her hands balled into fists as she shook her head again and wobbled where she stood. Glaze swept over her eyes. Before Thea could ask if the girl was all right, the child's head bowed forward and she slumped to the floor.