![]() An unexpected blessing, Mama liked to say, holding Dima close and fussing over him when the others had gone off to their chores. She held the torn sleeve of one of his father’s shirts taut in her lap, her needle pecking at the fabric in the uneven rhythm of an eager sparrow, a skein of wool thread trailing between her fingers like a choice worm.ĭima was the youngest of six boys, the baby who had arrived late to his mother, long after the doctor who came through their village every summer had told her there would be no more children. The walls rattled with the rowdy din of Dima’s brothers talking over one another, as his mother hummed and thumped her foot to a song Dima didn’t know. ![]() Inside the little farmhouse, the kitchen bubbled like a pot on the stove, its windows shut tight against the storm, the air in the room warm and moist. ![]() If you believe the copy of this e-book you are reading infringes on the author’s copyright, please notify the publisher at: us./piracy.ĭIMA HEARD THE BARN DOORS slam before anyone else did. Copyright infringement is against the law. You may not make this e-book publicly available in any way. ![]() ![]() The author and publisher have provided this e-book to you for your personal use only. To receive special offers, bonus content,Īnd info on new releases and other great reads,įor email updates on the author, click here. ![]()
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