Evelyn had her first experience yesterday. So today, when Besse visited- her smallish form propped up on a St. Luke's bed- she had peered into her mother's face- worry creases splayed up on her tender brows- and asked that same question Besse had asked her own mother, Evelyn's grand-mother, when she was barely eight, twenty-three years ago;
"Mommy, will it heal? Will there be a scar?".