The Oak and the Ivy
ACT I The heat in Mississippi does not announce itself. It arrives like a thief—quietly, insidiously, without warning—until you are standing in your own house and the air is so thick you can taste it and you realise you have been breathing someone else's breath for hours. Mabel Lee arrived at Oak Bend on a Tuesday in June, carrying a single trunk and a story about being a distant cousin of the...
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