As the new kid in our small-town 1930s neighborhood, I noticed an unexplained smell in the air at suppertime.
Something in the Air by Anne Fox
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Home Fires Burning by Anne Fox
Tonight I’ll blame the sherry for the fanciful images playing in the back of my mind—an evening, a mellow light cast from the hearth into a room textured with polished wood and soft things, a sofa lumpy with pillows, a thick, nubbled carpet, its surface worn to silkiness.
