“She scanned the mess on the floor where several of the book’s pages were bent, and the glass of the frame had a single crack etched across it.

Bending over, Helen picked up the picture. Through shades of black and white, her mother radiated up at her. When The Wizard of Oz had come out with color, everyone had been amazed, Helen included. But after the film, while the others talked about the munchkins’ hair and Emerald City and Glinda’s dress, Helen realized that the color made you see things. Black and white made you see souls.”