The outline of fuller, more shapely curves were etched into the coarse, homespun dress. As Gus walked nearer, Effie turned away from the group of children she had been watching. Her champagne eyes widened as recognition began to sparkle there, seeing her like that, wisps of her straight black hair blowing in the slight wind confirmed the rumors that her father was old man Parker, Miss Jacob's father. Effie leaned heavily against the porch railing. One hand reached up to pat her hair