The Way Home
Northern Minnesota, July
Today, of all days, Jess Albert needed routine. Most days, she got it. Shop keeping wasn’t exactly a glamorous, exciting occupation. In fact, every day was pretty much a repeat of the day before and the day before that. Little mini Groundhog Days, stacked up like cordwood, one on top of the other.
“Until tomorrow, my little lotus blossom. Dream of me.” Boots...