Eddie Rakeleaves — A Tale of Long Ago
Strange happenings at Miss Selma’s house
Near the end of the summer, Jody invited me to come spend the night on Thursday before butter-and-eggs day on Friday. Jody and I lay on our stomachs in bed that night with our faces almost out the open window, listening for owls and animal noises. There was just a little bit of hay meadow breeze, and Jody said she could smell rain.