I might have let timidity be my guide had Hannie not started in with her Saturday sojourns. She just started disappearing. I would be in the backyard mowing the lawn or moving boxes into the attic. I would return to the kitchen for something or to make lunch and she would be gone.… more
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Paradise Island
Fiction by G. Bernhard SmithSometimes instinct is more powerful than evidence.… more
