Candid Camera
At least life at home was good. Her daughter Evelyn was growing up to be a beautiful young lady, she had been so excited last weekend to get her driver’s license. She looked a lot like Suzanne in the eyes, and a bit in the butt, and her hair was obviously of her mother’s heritage, but everything else . . . it had to come from her father. Suzanne had never met any of Frederico’s family, because he really didn’t have any. His parents died young and he was an only child. Evelyn had followed...