AT LONG LAST, AN ADDITION TO A HOUSE MOST EMPTY
A HOUSE MOST EMPTY I arrived late in the morning. Eleven thirty, to be exact. It was raining when my plane landed, it rained all the way here. Hasn’t let up yet. If the angels are crying as hard as I am, it probably never will. The house is just as I imagined it would be. He kept it up well,... Sign in to see full entry.