The essence of Evelyn Dieckhaus is still there, captured in the pink Bible where she underlined the word “covenant” in silver ink, and in the beaming photos of her with her family.

I pull a pair of pajama shorts and a T-shirt out of my drawer in the pink dresser from Malia’s old room.

‘Here comes Baby again. She sure is pretty in the pink costume.’

The woman in the pink striped frock with the little boy got up and wandered off along the path towards Kerrith, the man in the shorts following with the picnic basket.

She thought of Henry’s hand on hers in the pink bathroom.