Careful, sensitive Anne. She wished she’d turned out more like her. Could the world not use more Annes than Lorys? Than Alices? … Had Simon died because God needed him less? Then why was Uncle Ben still around?

Enough about him and his meddling. Lory threw her arms about her, wholeheartedly.

“I’m sorry too, Anne. I never meant to hurt you.”

… Or Uncle Ben, even, but she was having second thoughts about that.