The Magnolia Summer
The Magnolia SummerThe Boudreaux plantation looked like a corpse wearing its best dress. Clem pulled the Ford to a stop in the overgrown driveway and sat there for a long time, staring at the house that had been her home for twenty-five years and nothing at all for the last three. The white columns were peeling. The magnolia trees in the front yard—once the pride of Natchitoches Parish—were...
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