Where Aspens Quake
Kristin turned off the ignition of her battered old Volvo station wagon and slumped down behind the steering wheel. Just getting this far, the parking lot of Albuquerque’s Old Town, had required a major effort of will, and the determination she had managed to generate was beginning to flag. With a sigh she hoisted herself out of the car.
She unfolded her five-foot, eleven-inch frame and stood up tall, or, to use a word her mother preferred to describe her height, statuesque, and erect....