"You see Liz, we've never had a child before. The docter told
us it was a horrible idea for us to try. Also, for some odd reason,
Tom's parents didn't like it if we did. Both of Tom's parents passed
away , just like yours, with scarlet fever. So, we decided to move
out west aways. But not too far."
You nod. You're facinated with Lucy's story. Even if you are
pretending, she is not. You add onto your own story.
"I came from Philidelphia. After my parents died, I traveled for
a while, looking for work or someone to take me in. I've had many an
odd job, so I've plenty of skills."
Lucy nods. Obviously your story is believable.
All of the sudden, the wagon comes to a stop. You and Lucy look
outside. You see...
You leave in a couple of days. Lucy sits with you in the wagon. She
and you talk.