on the last word. She tried to smile through it and failed.
I hugged her carefully because she seemed as fragile as blown glass.
“Oh, Miranda.”
She held on to me, laughing and crying at once.
“I told them not to make a fuss. I said, ‘I’m an old woman now. You don’t need to drive all this way for me.’ But Olive said, ‘Miss Miranda, you don’t get to argue continue reading …
