by Freida Marie Crump
Greetings from Poosey.
She was beautiful, perhaps one of the loveliest young girls I’d ever seen… well over six feet tall, slender, dressed modestly in jeans, a sweater and pointed stocking hat. She was shopping at our local food mart with a lady who I assumed was her mother. As the two cruised the aisles communicating with each other via simple nods and smiles, I couldn’t