She still couldn’t wrap her mind around the devastation.
“Then I’d better hang up and start reading.”
‘Kerosene!’
Ice and snow and rain again and at last sunlight breaking through the clouds, and green again, green of grass and trees, blue of sky by day, sparkle of stars by night.
They listened with interest to Stringer’s story.
And I’m not giving it up.
Lettie shouted, “Get down!” and she crouched on the moss, pulling me down with her.
ummmmmmmmm
ugh 