CHAPTER THIRTEEN
DYNAMIC INTENSIFICATION
The stumps of old growth mountain ash stood like head stones bearing dates centuries old: the dead at rest; the tree ferns at their base green bouquets. The soft grass in the shade still bore last night’s dew and a cool wind blew from the south. She drew her cotton scarf up around her neck. She was taking a walk along the lane by the creek, ignoring Harriet’s bid of appeasement earlier that morning, when she suggested Ginny join her in the gallery to help hang Phoebe’s latest finds. Ginny had no idea what use she would be and didn’t much feel like her mother’s company.
More than a month had passed since Christmas Eve and her announcement that she planned to find her father. Then Rosalind had gone off to her conference in Bournemouth, leaving Ginn
