Chapters (116)
- Cover
- Title Page
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- Chapter 57
- Chapter 58
- Chapter 59
- Chapter 60
- Chapter 61
- Chapter 62
- Chapter 63
- Chapter 64
- Chapter 65
- Chapter 66
- Chapter 67
- Chapter 68
- Chapter 69
- Chapter 70
- Chapter 71
- Chapter 72
- Chapter 73
- Chapter 74
- Chapter 75
- Chapter 76
- Chapter 77
- Chapter 78
- Chapter 79
- Chapter 80
- Chapter 81
- Chapter 82
- Chapter 83
- Chapter 84
- Chapter 85
- Chapter 86
- Chapter 87
- Chapter 88
- Chapter 89
- Chapter 90
- Chapter 91
- Chapter 92
- Chapter 93
- Chapter 94
- Chapter 95
- Chapter 96
- Chapter 97
- Chapter 98
- Chapter 99
- Chapter 100
- Chapter 101
- Chapter 102
- Chapter 103
- Chapter 104
- Acknowledgments
- Discover More
- On Henry Darger
- Selected Bibliography
- About the Author
- Teaser Chapter
- Also by Elizabeth Hand
- Praise for Elizabeth Hand’sCurious Toys
She found it shoved into a shoebox full of yet more papers, receipts and ticket stubs from plays and movies, a newspaper clipping from when someone interviewed Angela about being a woman pilot. The necklace was still in its original plush velvet box. As Pin picked it up, a bit of cardboard fell to the floor. She retrieved it, sucking her breath in sharply when she saw what it was.
The handmade card Henry had shown her the first day they’d met, the same card he had given her the very last time she saw him outside the hospital, when he’d painstakingly written something on it.
“Pin?” Angela stepped beside her. “What is it, darling?”
Pin shook her head, eyes welling. She handed the card to Angela, who gazed at it, bewildered.
GEMINI CHILD PROTECTIVE SOCIETY
BLACK BROTHERS LODGE
HENRICO DARGERO AND VIVIAN PIN
“‘Henrico Dargero,’” Angela read. “Was that someone you knew in Chicago? I’ve never heard you mention him before.”
“Oh yes,” said Pin, taking back the card. Very carefully, she set it on the bureau, beside the wedding photograph of her mother and Francis, stared at the card for a long time before she finally turned back to Angela. “We were great friends,” she said. “Very great friends.”
Acknowledgments
For three decades as my agent, Martha Millard steered me through the creation of dozens of books, and she walked every step of the way with me through the first draft of this one, before her retirement last year. None of my novels would have been written without her support, inspiration, and encouragement. I owe her more love and thanks than I can express.
Martha passed the baton to Nell Pierce, who has done an amazing job. My gratitude to Nell and everyone else at Sterling Lord Literistic.
Three years ago, Josh Kendall at Mulholland Books read the earliest version of this novel. Without his brilliant suggestions and guidance, and those of Emily Giglierano, this book would never have been written. I feel extremely fortunate to have worked with two of the best editors in the business, along with my publicist, Alyssa Persons, marketer Pamela Brown, and production editor Betsy Uhrig, and to have had the support of everyone at Mulholland who helped bring Henry and Pin’s saga to life.
My copyeditor, Susan Bradanini Betz, did an exemplary job of catching those anachronisms that slipped past me. Her knowledge of Chicago and especially of Riverview enhanced every page she worked on—thank you!
The inestimable Steven Silver volunteered to authenticate and map my 1915 Chicago. He provided me with the names of streets, neighborhoods, buildings, businesses, and streetcars (many of them long gone), going so far as to create a Google map of Henry and Pin’s journeys across the city. I owe him an incredible debt of thanks for sharing his remarkable knowledge of and love for a lost Chicago.