Onway dreaded the condolence visit, but still she hurried to the front door. It was never wise to expose yourself to Nueva Esperanza sun for long, even with skin as dark as hers. “Mx. Tschiao, I’m Onway Jansen, your daughter’s psychiatrist. My deepest condolences. May I come in?” The mother’s haggard face darkened with emotion. … Continue reading Erdenweh by Bo Balder