Olivia said. “I need to listen.”She sat on the edge of the bed in James and Sarah’s bedroom while she held baby Grace on her lap, the tiny pink fingers in hers. Martha stood to the side, her black flappers bob swaying in rhythm with her heavy-set form while she held her hands on top of Grace’s he...
In the morning she did nothing but jot notes about her dream into her journal. She forgot to eat. In the afternoon she opened her door, grabbed the newspaper from her lawn, and opened to the classified section. There were some nice used cars available for not a lot of money. She could afford a ni...