Chapter Sixteen“Again there's Eden and I'm Eve, alone on the earth.”
A chocolate bird perched in the green gold lace of a weeping birch. Mountain ash berries dropped orange and thick onto the tarmac beneath. A volcano erupted four hundred miles from the city in which Sweet Foot lived like a ghost. An old De Soto car rusted beneath a layer of bird droppings and ash. A new mountain erupted from the Rocky Mountains, smoking; great boulders poured from its bowels. Plant life disappeared in the vicinity. Wild animals fled into the city. The diamond on Sweet Foot's finger turned to coal. Still she waited.
“Bruce? Joseph? My daughter? Felicity, are you there with the unborn child and the dreaming husband? Where is our life and what have we done, Joseph, you and I, with the chance to live it ove
