The Vanity of Red Clay
Texas in the early twentieth century was a land of scorching sun and red clay that stained everything it touched, from the hems of cotton dresses to the souls of the people who claimed to own it. The Sterling manor, a decaying monolith of white pillars and peeling paint, sat amidst a sea of dying pecans, a monument to a grandeur that had long since evaporated. Clara had come to this house as a...
0 Commentarii 0 Distribuiri 2 Views 0 previzualizare