“the real estate office across the street—marking the spot. The door to my shop creaked open and a pale female face peeked around the jamb. In the space above her head I saw the shimmer of wind-whipped rain.” — JoAnn Bassett Copy Share Image
“continued through January, sending visitors fleeing back to the mainland like snorkelers” — JoAnn Bassett Copy Share Image
“battered Balinese desk. There were supposed to be three piles—those I could pay right away; those I’d pay by the end of February; and… — JoAnn Bassett Copy Share Image
“guess you would call me your ‘auntie’,” I said. “Auntie Pali.” It felt strange to introduce myself that way. I’d gone from having aunties… — JoAnn Bassett Copy Share Image
“the real estate office across the street—marking the spot. The door to my shop creaked open and a pale female face peeked around the… — JoAnn Bassett Copy Share Image
