Postscript: H - Bring warm clothes and a cat

“no matter how big his smile or how loud his laugh, you could hear the hurt unde…”

“Sir if I was your daughter I would wait until this train started again and thro…”

“Our actions make the fragrance of our lives...Would you smell of plums? Or Vine…”

“Hattie.' Grace patted my arm. 'My cows sing better than you do.”