Lew McCreary

A WORLD lit up by the glint of snow. They drove the long drive in, up the steadily sloping hill, winding for no good reason around sweeping curves carved into the vast and open grounds. Pete Connerly drove and hummed along with the radio, finger-tapping the steering-wheel to the beat. Del Connerly imagined the view

SO MANY of the girls were lost. Miss Guo would just look at them and see the truth and the future all in one glimpse.