Andrews East, along with a first fine powdering of snow. I was sitting in my sister’s rocking chair in the Priory, watching the pink light of dusk pooling on a horizon of barren fields. Through the autumn I had managed to shut my eyes to the signs of winter until November, when I was jolted awake...
Connie had stayed late at the hospital, and Hannah wanted to have something hot for her when she returned. She had turned on the radio and tuned in to Radio-Canada’s suppertime newscast. Hearing the news in French gave her a feeling of the habitual, of being in her own home. A report had just com...