The Widow of Oak Hollow
The Widow of Oak Hollow ACT I I met Clara Mae Beauregard on a Tuesday in May, the kind of day in Oak Hollow where the air is so thick you can chew it. I was waiting at the station with my notebook and my camera, because the Oak Hollow Gazette needed a picture of the new arrival and I was the only person at the Gazette who could be bothered to go. Clara arrived alone, with one suitcase and a...
0 Σχόλια 0 Μοιράστηκε 2 Views 0 Προεπισκόπηση