Chapter 11: After the Ice Storm
By morning, the rage of the ice storm had passed. A stark, glittering world of white and crystal lay outside the mansion’s windows. The wind [more…]
By morning, the rage of the ice storm had passed. A stark, glittering world of white and crystal lay outside the mansion’s windows. The wind [more…]
Six months later, the world outside my Pilsen embroidery shop hummed with the cheerful sounds of summer. Today was my 62nd birthday, and the small, [more…]