The Parrot of Magnolia Creek
The magnolias were dying. Cora Whitfield noticed this before she noticed anything else: the way the great white blossoms on the front lawn had turned brown at the edges, the way the trees themselves seemed to lean away from the house as if ashamed of it. Magnolia Creek had once been the pride of the delta, a plantation of two hundred acres and a house that had stood since before the war. Now...
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