Bearclaw Valley and when we burst, start over, oh darling

had indra not learned that there were those that would use her history against her, perhaps she might not have been so closed off to the world. mona's gentle interest was enough to coax some information from her, and indra did not doubt the firestorm's motives, but that did not mean that the rest of the world would be so tender.

all the same she obliged the soft probing of mona's curiosity, but a bitterness cut her words. "i don't know. she just up and left us one day. we were kids." by we she meant her and laurel. "i'll go with you to silver creek. that would be nice. but i don't want to visit the maplewood again."