AN INNOCENT LIE
An adoption, a murder, and a
confession.
The story of the Thorpe family in 1920
Nebraska.
"To everything there is a season,
and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
a time to be born, and a time
to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
A time to kill, and a
time to heal....
a time to keep silence, and a time to
speak."
Ecclesiastes 3:1-3a,7b
"Here she comes!" The loud
locomotive was heard before it was seen. Then the Union Pacific orphan train
with heavy grey smoke billowing into the clear blue sky was seen. "Here she
comes!" It was a cold day November 24, 1920 in Omaha, Nebraska. I can remember
it very well. I was a shy, freckled, fifteen year old girl with blond hair,
wearing a new long flowered dress, a brown wool coat and a straw hat. Standing
at the station with me was my Mother, Father, Grandma, Grandpa, and my Aunt
Mary. We were all eagerly awaiting to see the orphans, and especially one. My
parents had filed to adopt a girl orphan. "Hi, I'm Molly O'Hare from
Philadelphia; are you Becky?" the fourteen year old pigtailed, redheaded girl asked nervously.
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