Enid
Enid leaning in to the window so Mom could take her picture. She looks like a nice normal little girl here.
On the back porch.
I'm sorry to say this but she was always a little bit strange and she got worse as she grew older, but in this bunch of photos she looks normal. In the time she lived with us she seem to grow to hate us all but especially Nancy and me. She manipulated Nancy into doing mean things later on and me, she just plain tortured because she knew Mom would let her get away with it. In my older days while Mom was still alive I asked her one day why she never believed me when I told her I didn't do it Enid did it herself. Mom's answer was that she knew I was strong enough to take it and she was never sure with Enid. It does make sense but God how it hurt back then to never be believed.