March came in all wet and restless as usual here in Bellweather, always like this, because the town itself couldn't decide whether to stay the winter or finally let spring take over. It seemed that first day the town hung its head, the cloud so low and grey, and the mood so mean. The next day, the sun appeared, and everyone was, like, confused and at the same time, maybe they were quite hopeful about it.
Mira liked this about March; even the indecision was very honest, which was the right way to put it. The bookstore was quite restless itself at that moment with its own inner struggle, FINCH AND FERN Press. A true deadline had been established at last; it was a spring release, Patience's collection, and a cover design Mira had been going back and forth on for two weeks before Ruth, by hav
