“All I know is that the fear I have been battling all night is breaking down the door of my ignorance. As my feet slam down I feel not the hard, wet asphalt but the soft Persian rug that led to the staircase in my father’s home. In the glow of lightning the dancing trees are illuminated but I see my mother in the glow of candlelight, spinning, twirling, her hair fanned out behind her. It is falling over me, saturating my thoughts, and I cannot. I cannot let it in.” MysteryDanceYaThrillerTeenMidwestSagaVon StrassenbergGwenn WrightSt LouisBluestocking GirlWilliam Drexler Book:The BlueStocking Girl Source: The BlueStocking Girl