the old woman spoke in a squeaky voice that did not seem quite real. Laura stared at the large, bent figure standing at her kitchen door. A close-knit woollen shawl covered her head and crossed over her short gown. The front of a beribboned mob cap poked out over her foreh...
“Don’t worry, Bonnie, no snakes!” He beamed, his freckles bunching up on his nose. He had found another aspen branch and was waving it in the air. But Bonnie could not see him too well. She was blinking to keep back the tears. Then a hand took hold of her own smaller one. “C’mon, Bonnie.” Angela ...
