looked. She looked at it all, people and houses and darkly shining street-she looked at it hard.
And then, wonder of wonders, as if he’d fallen under the spell of the day’s many goodnesses, she saw Taur Baggott stretch his fist toward the sky. He uncurled his fingers and let that tiny bit of life go. The firefly’s light meandered skyward, blinking but determined, and Mo pointed to make sure Dottie saw, too.
Acknowledgments
For invaluable insights and unwavering belief in this story and in me, my deep appreciation goes to Donna Bray and Sarah G. Davies. For being my champions and comrades, the incomparable Tahoe Girls-Mary Grimm, Susan Grimm, Mary Norris, and Kris Ohlson-deserve many thanks. An overdue thank-you to the Ohio Arts Council for its support. But for Paul, after thirty-seven years of love and sustenance, no words-he can read my mind and heart.
About the Author
Tricia Springstubb has been a teacher and a children’s librarian. Like Mo, she has a red- haired sister, lives on a really cool street, and loves quiet, green places. She has seen a fox once in her life and will never forget it. Tricia is the mother of three daughters and lives in Cleveland Heights, Ohio.
