Paris, December, 1943 December in Brittany is bitterly cold and damp. The days get dark early, the sky is continually overcast, and the wind whips the sea into rough, choppy waves, bent on dashing the small fishing boats against the cliffs. Even those who are lucky enough to stay… Read more »
Mary’s mother has taught her to be wary of angels. “Fear not,” Anne says. Her Aramaic is slow, and strangely accented, but she has told this story so often that it comes without pause or hesitation. “He told me that, when I first saw him. ‘Fear not, for you… Read more »
There are very few wardrobes to be found in the Paris Métro. This did not stop the wardrobe door from appearing in front of Elaine as she descended the stairs into the station, arms laden with bags from a day spent shopping in the boutiques of the Palais des… Read more »