Robb Forman Dew

There was a certain place in her bedroom between the desk and the bed in which Mrs. Stewart once in a while found herself standing stock-still, watching scenes from novels through the window panes. It was just as a moment ago, when she had been cro [...]

Eva had come to know her house so well, each room of it, that on Sunday morning she knew when the church bells were ringing even though, with the windows tightly shut and the snow muffling every sound, she did not hear them. As she sat at the table [...]