The Story Behind the Book
Marietta was real. She was a milliner — a maker of hats — who began her life near the cane fields outside New Orleans and built, stitch by stitch, a name that reached the counters of Marshall Field’s in Chicago. And then her name was taken from her, and for a long time she was only a number in an institution’s ledger.
This novel began when three sisters started pulling on a thread of family history — letters, legal documents, photographs, and the stories half-remembered around kitchen tables. At least half of what you will read is documented fact. The rest is imagined honestly, in the spaces between the records, where a life actually gets lived.
The silver thimble engraved M.R. passed down through the family is real. The shop was real. The train she boarded with everything still ahead of her was real. Her photograph appears inside the book, above her true name: Marietta.