a small path through the woods, away from the 1950’s ranches, Forbidden, we walk, scared, toward an old, small wood-framed cottage. She answers her door, a woman of at least 70, the Candy Lady. We take the tootsie rolls from her hand and run.
a small path through the woods, away from the 1950’s ranches, Forbidden, we walk, scared, toward an old, small wood-framed cottage. She answers her door, a woman of at least 70, the Candy Lady. We take the tootsie rolls from her hand and run.
the gingerbread house.
