Finished
In last week’s article I described in some detail the house in which I was raised. That was not exactly what I set out to do, so this week I share with you my earlier intentions.
My father insisted in having his bed in the living room where the heating stove was located. The spot upstairs directly over the heating stove held an unfinished baby casket.
There came a time when a noise could be heard upstairs every night, as if something huge was being dragged over the bare, dusty wooden floor.
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