Beneath the Live Oak
Beneath the Live OakThe fire was coming. Polly had been saying it for three years, ever since the summer the live oak in the Duval family graveyard cracked down the middle during a lightning storm. "The fire is coming," she would say, standing in her yard full of parrots who repeated the same words in her voice: "The fire is coming, the fire is coming, the fire is coming."Isabelle Duval did not...
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