Candle, Candle, Burning Bright

The Eagle's Nest, The Women of the Rathskeller Inn

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Chapter 16

After the fudgsicle melted into a poopy kind of mess on dad’s new Grand Prix seat, mom and I would be attached at the hip on our trip back to Idaho. It was a long, exhausting journey, each of us grieving in our own quiet way over 24 hours of air…