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Show 129 senses could figure it out. I told that to no one, however. Except Tip-because she told me about her betrayed mother. "My mother was not a lady of the evening," she announced one night, leaning over her top bunk. The wind, screeching around the cabin, kept us both awake, although Caribou slept soundly, "Is this a song?" I asked. "Of course it isn' t a song. Why would you think-" "No reason," I said quickly. "My mother was a professional actress," Tip said. "When she was young she was always hanging around the theater-back in Chicago where she lived. Her parents wanted her to be a nurse or a teacher-anything but an actress. They were afraid she would marry a poor actor who would run out on her. "Once a traveling troupe offered her a dramatic part. She just wrote her parents a note, and left. She didn't want to leave like that, but she was afraid her father would lock her in her room until the troup left town. She wrote to her parents- many times, but they did not answer. "Well, she married one of the actors in the juggling act," Tip continued. "And they had me. They nearly starved to death. And he left. Starving actors do that, you know." I nodded. "Just like they said." "Later ray mother heard he died. She cried a lot over him. I did, too. I even cry over him now sometimes," Tip said softly, |