It wasn’t a comfortable night. It was cold, the kind of cold that slowly seeps into your skin, layer by layer, until your bones shake and rattle in the unwelcome accompanied wind. It wasn’t a comfortable night. This music venue was outside, at night, several miles away from my toasty blanket and cat that doubled […]
“I’ll just step over to Green Gables after tea and find out from Marilla where he’s gone and why,” the worthy woman finally concluded. “He doesn’t generally go to town this time of year and he never visits; if he’d run out of turnip seed he wouldn’t dress up and take the buggy to go for more; he wasn’t driving fast enough to be going for a doctor.