Chapter 18THE CORN QUICKSAND
The Iowa woods dressed up in their best reds, oranges, and yellows, in a fall foliage fashion show. The brisk breeze of autumn brought the clean and earthy smell of Mother Nature.
On a windy but warm Sunday in September, Ivy wandered around the old Victorian house, restlessly pacing like a polar bear confined at the zoo.
After going to church with Grandma and Uncle Walter in the morning, Ivy had spent the afternoon putting up travel posters of New York City, London, Paris, and Athens on her bedroom walls. But when she finished, she had nothing to do. “Grandma, I’m going to call Jesse and see if he wants to go for a run. I should be back in an hour or so if Nick or Maggie call.” Grandma looked up from reading the Des Moines Register in front of the big window
