Sarah, Plain and Tall
Sarah, Plain and Tall
CHAPTER 1
"Did Mama sing every day?" asked Caleb. "Every-single-day?"
He sat close to the fire, his chin in his hand.
It was dusk, and the dogs lay beside him on the warm hearthstones.
"Every-single-day," I told him for the second time this week.
For the twentieth time this month. The hundredth time this year? And the past few years?
"And did Papa sing, too?" "Yes. Papa sang, too. Don't get so close, Caleb. You'll heat up."
He pushed his chair
