Barbara Kuessner Hughes

My inheritance had just been delivered and was clogging my little house. Pewter, porcelain, teak. Sandalwood, silver, batik…   I watched my seven-year-old niece’s eyes dart from curio to curio.   ‘These things belonged to your grandparents,’ I explained.   ‘Roderick and Helena. They’re dead,’ Lucy recited, jiggling.   Dad ran a grocery import business […]