The Delacroix Manor had been beautiful once. Pearl could see it in the way the c
She stood on the front porch—which sagged perceptibly under her weight—and watched a heron wade through the overgrown duck pond that had once been a formal garden. Everything in Charleston was either falling apart or pretending not to. Pearl preferred the ones that were honest about it. "Miss Pearl!" Mrs. Gable's voice drifted from next door, shrill as a kettle. "You there?" "Born here,...
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