Bones in the Bayou
Bones in the Bayou Part I The cemetery smelled of damp earth and old roses, which in New Orleans meant someone—usually an old woman with a good memory and a bad habit of keeping flowers—had been visiting recently. Clara Thibodeaux knelt at her mother's grave and pressed her palm against the cold stone. The name was simple: Marie Thibodeaux, Beloved Mother, 1968-1983. That was all. No epitaph,...
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