The Hill Sings A Melody of Death and Decay
Never buy fruit out of its season.
“Lizzie, oh, Lizzie, look!”
My sister Laura always delighted in the strange and fantastical. When the faire troupe came through with their fire-eaters and contortion artists, she ooh’ed over every single thing. Mother gave us a copper coin to enjoy the faire, and Laura insisted on going to the Hall of…