Lawrence Oleander Novels & Stories

Oleander regarded her daughter with a weary look, which was tainted with another emotion that Genève could not figure out. “Yes, I will assist you, darling. In fact, I have a whole jar of amber in my room I will get it. You are right–it is time to settle this for the last time.” Oleander went into her room and began rifling through her herbs. She found one with a pinch of powder in it. Shaking her head, she picked up a second container. It was almost half full. She dumped the second one into the first and happily walked into the kitchen, shaking the spice as she passed.