I finished the Orange Girl. It brought immense beauty into my life when I needed it most and I’m grateful. I wish the narrator was more kind to his mother though.
You wouldn’t believe it. As I walked with him today, bad news hovering over like threatening clouds, there was a dead squirrel on the sidewalk. We had to walk around it.
If there was any omen as ominous as a dead dove…
I’m sorry to tell you that. But perhaps to life’s fairytale, this is but another chapter.