A biting wind swept through an open window at the end of the hall where Mary kept vigil outside her mother’s bedroom. The month of May had been mean thus far to the rural market town of Bever…| This Reading Life
Blackboards chalked ‘Positions Vacant’ hang against the wall. She feels like she has walked all morning to get here. She hurries past loiterers with worn faces and sagging hats. They sp…| This Reading Life