When Cardinals Appear
Diana Crenshaw hated the smell of her sister-in-law’s house. The two-story residence wreaked of wet cotton which only seemed to intensify with every visit. A pervasive mustiness infiltrated every room, as if sewer water nested in the pipes, providing the perfect breeding ground for mold. The walls themselves showed no evidence of damage, but no matter how many observations she made about the smell, her sister-in-law remained oblivious to it.
