Julia’s Fiery Diary: May 10, 1930
"“Oh my goodness,” Cassie breathed. “Mamó, you’re certainly giving Grampa Lloyd the cold shoulder, aren’t you? ...Are you and Harvey holding hands?”"
The surface of the lake sparkled as the sun rose above the stand of scrub pines on the southeastern shore, sweeping away the slim wisps of fog and spawning a steamy last Saturday of summer.Clutching her cup of coffee, Cassie...







