Originally posted February 14, 2018

A few fictional years have passed since Nan Grady was feeding her friends at the Damselfly Inn, but shes still very much a voice in my head. Married now, and going by Nan Fuller, and still feeding her friends. I imagine them gathered around the big farm table in her kitchen, guests out enjoying the art museum or a play at the college, or warming up by the fire in the parlor. Its cold and snowy outside. The pastures...