She sleeps like a dead weight now beside me, lowered into the night, the ropes of the day swaying around her. We know nothing about each other really. She does not know how often my ex-lover visits me ... [+]
Susan Lendroth writes for both adults and children, including a number of picture books. She loves history, mystery and science, and is sometimes overtaken by rhyme even when she tries to escape!
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Billie scuffed her flip flops through the dry needles scattered over the Christmas tree lot. Pine scent filled the air. But it felt too hot for Christmas."How about this one?" Her mom turned a spruce to show the branches in the back."I guess," said Billie.Ever since they moved for her mom's work, Billie felt like she spent all of her time missing things back home. She missed her old school. Her old friends. She missed how the leaves changed color in the fall to yellow and orange and red.Right now, Billie missed winter most of all. Icy mornings. Wearing her old red hat with the ragged pompom. S