Exclusive - 4978 20080123 Gwen Diamond Tj Cummings Little Billy

Millie was smaller than Gwen expected, like a carefully folded story. Her eyes were bright as tin coins, her knuckles powdered with age. Gwen showed her the photograph. Millie’s mouth opened and closed around a breath. “Oh. That boy,” she whispered, and for a beat Gwen thought the woman would hand the photo back and do nothing. Instead, Millie pointed to the jacket Gwen carried. “Your find?”