Judy’s throat tightened as she surveyed the remnants of Grandma’s house. She refused to cry. Suck it up, she told herself. It’s just stuff. David handed her lukewarm coffee in a plastic cup. Courtesy of the Red Cross, he told her. “It’s my fault, I could have removed Grandma’s things two days ago. Now, everything […]
Redbuds and Roserocks 