Love My Sims

The Second Harvest I have to say at the front of this one that I am not equal to it, and the reason is not grief. It is evidence. I have written eight chapters now […continue reading]

Colour on the Wall My brother Odell was thirty-one years old and unspent, and nobody had asked him, and I had known that for eleven years. I have set down a certain amount in this […continue reading]

The Man Who Came With Books The four years were the strangest work anybody in this family ever did, and I include the man who built a computer out of a telephone exchange. I was […continue reading]

The Heir Is Chosen Nobody ever chose me. I want that at the front of this chapter because the family has told it the other way round ever since, as though there had been an […continue reading]

Piper’s Counter Nobody in that house could afterward remember the day Piper started at the Halt, which is the whole difference between her and her brother. Cass had gone to the water board out of […continue reading]

What Cass Spent The roof went in the February before Cass turned sixteen, and it did not go all at once, which was worse. It began as a stain in the boards above the second […continue reading]

Five Mouths By the time the triplets were four the house held seven people in two rooms, and Junia, who was eight, could tell you what that meant in inches. She had worked it out […continue reading]

What Ada Came Back For Cass was born two years later and it took four hours and went perfectly, and that was the worst thing that happened to Dana Locke in her forties. She was […continue reading]

A Light in the Window The first thing tomorrow did to Glassbolt was make people late. Within a month of the ranges coming back there were men on the pump crews turning up at the […continue reading]

The First Warm Meal The difficulty with deciding to become the finest cook in Glassbolt was that Glassbolt did not cook. She had said it out loud on a flat stone in her first autumn […continue reading]