NEWS: Still hard at work on the trailer. I hope to have something to show for it in early June.
EXCERPT:
My fingers touched the cool glass that covered the image, aching to touch the young man himself. I had not seen him naked since I’d bathed him as a child. I pulled my peacock green silk scarf from my neck to cover him, realizing instantly how crazy that was. Instead I clenched the scarf in my hand. A gift from him.
I knew that standard procedure dictated that the body be buried within three days. It might already be in an unmarked grave, wrapped in a coarse linen shroud. After Ernst left home and started earning his own money, he swore that only silk and cashmere would touch his body. I flattened my palm on the glass. The picture could not be real.
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