Maya smiled in spite of herself. The heat had turned into a dare she could meet in small increments. She imagined the vase sitting on the stoop, a bell clanging in its place, the record player crackling into life. She imagined herself leaning over the console, listening.
He shrugged. “Maybe. The right people will know where the elm is. The right people will come.” hot -- HiWEBxSERIES.com