strong-willed, but three of his children were too placid and accepting of things as they were. They assumed that everything would fall into their hands, like ripe fruit from a tree trunk. Lillian was the only one who seemed to have inherited some of the Bowmans' feisty spirit, but she was a woman. And then there was Daisy. Of all his children, she had always been the one Thomas Bowman understood least. Even as a child, Daisy had never drawn the right conclusions from the stories he told her, asking only questions that never seemed relevant.