The Bayou Cabinet
The heat in the Delacroix dining room was so thick you could have spread it on bread. Cora Mae Delacroix sat at the far end of the table—the table that was no longer big enough, not after the cabinet had taken up half the space—her hands folded in her lap, her eyes fixed on a spot on the wall where the wallpaper had begun to peel in long, yellow strips that looked like old skin. Elias Thorne...
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