Who am I to deny my daughter this female rite of passage?
It was cold outside. Frigid, even. And it was damp, too. Nasty weather. I was getting Clara ready to leave the house. She was fed and dressed, and all she…
It was cold outside. Frigid, even. And it was damp, too. Nasty weather. I was getting Clara ready to leave the house. She was fed and dressed, and all she…
