Quieting the Storm (Paperback)

I sat on the couch with my forearms on my knees and my fingers interlaced and considered the meaning of what I d discovered in the steamer trunk. The trunk had traveled with me from France. I d seen the stevedores in Cherbourg carry it up the gangway to be stowed in the hold of the SS Lapland. When I d opened it I had expected the smell of the Cosmoline grea...