The Rain of Mississippi
The Rain of Mississippi The telephone rang in the small house on Bayou Road, and Meridian Beauregard reached past her sleeping body with a trembling hand to answer it, her mind still caught in the dark tangles of a dream she could not quite remember. "Hello?" "Miss Meridian, the managing editor is expecting the manuscript by five-thirty. Before five-thirty, you bring it to me, otherwise I will...
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