Chapter 1
The wedding bell inside a half globe—pink lace, white beads, and a sweet dusty smell that reminded me of my great grandmother. After all, they said that this was hers, and could be mine some day if I wanted it. When I saw it in the cupboard door I thought of an elegant woman, and a home with a fine upright feeling. I also thought of an autumnal floral patterned print and a turquoise sky with pink clouds. The thought is like that kind of autumn day that is also somehow spring-like so that you're confused and unsure for a moment which season it is. I think it's that crisp, wild wind that does it outside the window and the bright yellow sun spot shining on the wall.
