I felt redeemed by childish things—my old Scarlett O’Hara lamp, the blue and white metal flowers that held back my limp dotted curtains. I read The Life of Charlotte Brontë.
I felt redeemed by childish things—my old Scarlett O’Hara lamp, the blue and white metal flowers that held back my limp dotted curtains. I read The Life of Charlotte Brontë.