under his late wife Ellen’s bed, Bill Lewis finds four boxes of stories
wrote during their marriage that he knew nothing about; stories that
him of people they knew, places they had been, and events they had
during their life together and that became for him echoes of Ellen.
took one of the stories to bed with me. Once comfortably settled, I
began to read it. I am not an avid reader – I seldom complete a book I
start – so I won’t claim to be a critic. But the story held my interest
and I finished it before turning out my light. During the next week, I
read the rest of Ellen’s stories. I liked every one of them.
they really aroused my curiosity. Most were about women and no two
characters were alike. Also, they were set in different times and in a
variety of locations. From where had she gotten the ideas for them?
of the stories in particular tugged at my memory; there was something
vaguely familiar about its setting. I picked through the stack of
stories on my desk and retrieved Return to Punkin Center. I settled
back in my chair and started to read it again. I was halfway through it
when I remembered.
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