Susannah Jordan

Attie and the Owl

Illustrated by Joe Zabel

Attie guided the car past horses and tobacco fields. An old house, its former contents piled on the porch, watched traffic through blank windows. A statue faced the door. There was no driveway. A ditch out front discouraged parking. Attie turned to see her father at the table, locking eyes with identical gray ones. “Your mother …

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