Last week, I told you how it came about that Vicki, the middle-aged lady who was the night shift manager at Diamond’s restaurant where I worked came to tell me this sad, sad tale. This week I’ll let her speak for herself:

“I was still living up in Hartford then – in my sister’s place,” she began. “My husband had died the year before, and Ella’s husband was in the Navy, so I helped her with her kids. Ella was busy doing the wash that day, so she asked me if I could take Bobby and little Claudia to the Barnum and Bailey Circus, which had come to town.”

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