Ireland, 1946
When you ask why
Look to the Bright Blue Sky
The sky won’t lie
It’s blue, It’s blue.
It’s true, it’s true.
11-year-old Rosmo Burr’s life was almost perfect. She had a silky white bedspread. She had the most sophisticated Irish accent. She had the most beautiful hair and features. She had a collection of china rabbits all lined up on her dresser. She had a best friend.
What Rosmo didn’t have were two parents who loved each other.
Which was why her life was almost perfect.
The day her mother left them her father had told her it was time to pack up and leave. When she had asked,
“Why can’t you just love Mum again?”
Her father just looked at her with a pained expression, wrinkles lining his face. Then she knew that her father had locked up his heart real tight and thrown away the key.
When Grandaddy Carroll came over, he said, “I knew that Diana was trouble from day one,”Â
Rosmo had watched her father redden. “I don’t want to hear that name in this house ever again,” he said.
Rosmo wanted to. She said her mother’s name over and over in her head.
Diana.
Diana.
Diana.
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Rosmo placed her hand on the window and tried to capture the past she was leaving behind. Her meadow. Her park Her school Her world.