Bronson Pinchot
Author
Language
English
Description
As Carolyn untangled the umbilical cord from around my neck and placed me on Lillian's stomach, I watched my mother look down with an expression that conveyed both reassurance and unconditional joy at my arrival, albeit eight weeks early. I was too new to know about the capriciousness of a red-haired woman's soul, how it was governed by its own laws and remained half empty no matter how many blessings were poured into it. Truth be told, maternal instincts...