Remember Miranda [antikvár]

Beach House The children and their father remember Miranda, of course, and they talk about her sometimes. Miranda's sister often visits us, and she always tells the children a story about their mother. Nick remembers Miranda; I know he does. And in the hospital, Grandma remembers, too. They all remember Miranda. I never met Miranda, but every day I look at her photograph, next to the teleplione in the kitchen, the picture of her with her children. Every day I look at her beautiful dark eyes and her long dark hair. I first saw Miranda's photograph two years ago. It was a cold October day, and I left London for my new job with a family in Norfolk. I drove north, past Norwich, and it began to rain. It was dark and there was a strong wind so It began to rain. 1