Six Pairs of Thick Gray Socks Saved My White House on Elm Street

over the porcelain. He cleared his throat again and looked toward the hallway.

The bedroom upstairs was always the coldest room in the house, the draft coming straight up from the cellar stairs. I pulled the handmade quilt up to my chin, but my legs remained stiff.

A sudden, sharp cramp seized my left calf, a tight knot of pain that made me gasp. I reached continue reading …