14 Friday, July 23, 1897 Broadmoor Island Fanny pulled a brush through Amanda’s thick blond hair. Amanda’s golden mane fanned across her shoulders like a luxurious cape. Though Fanny tried her best not to envy her cousins, she couldn’t help but compare her own bushy auburn curls to Sophie’s shining tresses or Amanda’s flawless locks. Fanny pinned a loop of her cousin’s blond hair into place. “I don’t like the way you placed that curl.” Sprawled across the bed in a most unladylike position, Sophie