Return of the Native
Issue #42
Spring 1987
The sabbath morning sunlight was coaxed out with promises of wine gums and toffees. Parishioners sped by in spruced up motors: one look for city slickers and country folks. I was left alone with a precocious youngster, blue-eyed, hair greased...
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