My husband gave me a scarf I wore daily. I lost it on a bus. I went back. A tailor returned it, saying: “Never wear it again. Slip it under his pillow tonight.” The next morning, I froze when I saw…
Chapter 1: The Cold Touch of Lilac I realized the scarf was gone the moment the biting Seattle wind slashed at my exposed throat. Just a minute ago, by the …
My husband gave me a scarf I wore daily. I lost it on a bus. I went back. A tailor returned it, saying: “Never wear it again. Slip it under his pillow tonight.” The next morning, I froze when I saw… Read More