“The Silk-Cotton Tree” by Jean Wolfersteig
As usual, Deadman has left me a car at the airport, and, for the first time since Irma hit, I bump along the rutted streets of Road Town.
As usual, Deadman has left me a car at the airport, and, for the first time since Irma hit, I bump along the rutted streets of Road Town.
Just as Steadroy finish mek up he bed under de Big Head, smadee call he name . . .