Lady Laveenasura looked around the small telephone parlor, visions of the old train depot playing in her mind. “Lady Laveena?” Joon hurried into the parlor. “Joon, so lovely to see you.” She looks so much like her mother, Laveena thought. “I hope you haven’t been waiting long,” Joon said. “Not at all,” Laveena reassured. “Mom […]Read More Chapter 6: Ancient paths or too many coincidences?