Lacy leaned her back against the trunk of the apricot tree. Throughout the day, already long and sunny as summer approached, the bark had soaked up the heat, and now it shared it willingly; it felt as if a soft shawl had been draped over her shoulders. This spot, under the generous canopy of the apricot tree, was Lacy's kingdom. She had always loved this place: just as she had in childhood, hiding in the thick shade to play with dolls; and during her school years, when she came here with textbooks and notebooks. Even now, nothing had changed—she still ...




