Its ring is shrill, yet Bettie ignores it, hoping that the caller (a daughter-in-law, or a son even) might visit instead.
Laura Besley writes fiction in the precious moments her children are sleeping.
by Laura Besley
Its ring is shrill, yet Bettie ignores it, hoping that the caller (a daughter-in-law, or a son even) might visit instead.
Laura Besley writes fiction in the precious moments her children are sleeping.