“Summer of the Grandmothers" They come back in their white shifts, their ruffled shawls of salt white, the way the dead always return when you need them the most-- when it's too hot to do anything but picture the worst—the… — Susan Kelly-De Witt Copy Share
“Summer of the Grandmothers" They come back in their white shifts, their ruffled shawls of salt white, the way the dead always return when you need them the most-- when it's too hot to do anything but picture the worst—the Bomb finally fallen, the world burned-up, the entire planet radioactive-- when you are too weak to do anything but lie… — Susan Kelly-De Witt Copy Share