Chapter Twenty-Five - The Key
Chapter Twenty-Five The KeyJenny Hershberger stood at the window of the little blue farmhouse in Paradise, Pennsylvania. Outside, gray clouds scudded across the sky, signaling the coming of another storm. The chill wind had piled the snow from the last nor’easter high along the fences that marked the lane leading out to Old Leacock Road. Bare, brown trees painted with white frost lined the lane. A pine siskin sat on a branch of the dormant plum tree by the porch, waiting for someone to replenish the seeds in the bird feeder. Its chirping did not dispel the gray clouds, but it seemed oblivious to that and continued singing its plaintive song. Pennsylvania lay in winter’s icy grip, but for Jenny, the winter was in her heart. The sound of someone tramping onto the porch drew her away from h
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