She kept smoothing the envelope with her thumb.
“Nora, you’re frightening me.”
“Is she hurt?”
“I know. I’m sorry.” She pushed the envelope toward me. “You won’t believe what I discovered about this child.”
She finally sat at my kitchen table.
She kept smoothing the envelope with her thumb.
“Nora, you’re frightening me.”
“Is she hurt?”
“I know. I’m sorry.” She pushed the envelope toward me. “You won’t believe what I discovered about this child.”
She finally sat at my kitchen table.