Sublime

It had all been arranged by advert and telephone: the Fredrikson family were offering a holiday home to a child for the summer out of the goodness of their hearts, and for a small fee, of course. Axel and Hanna had discussed it thoroughly – all the big-city children in need of fresh air, woods, water, and good food. They had said all the things peo

Maira had wanted to introduce her to Ansel Fleming for some time. It was not a setup, Maira said, though frankly Ivy wouldn’t have minded a setup. Just someone to have coffee with, said Maira. Though Ivy didn’t need a new friend, already neglecting many of her friends, since the eclipse made by motherhood. Maira was an expansive person, always want

like J. D. Salinger or the Unabomber.