Margy lives alone. One night just before Christmas 1946 there is a knock on the door. Already incapable of mirth Margy opens it to find her youngest brother standing there holding a child. What do you want, she says. Here is Rose, says her brother John. Rachel is sick again. You mean drunk, says Margy. Just let me in. John pushes past her. Inside the disheveled kitchen sits their other sister Inith. My husband has...