Florissant
Marchesi, P. H. C. How would you like to go home, Sylva?" I asked."Where's home?" she replied, ever so faintly."I don't know, " I said, cracking each of the acorns and retrieving the nuts. "Shall we find out?"Okay."I helped her to put her backpack on, and carefully stashed her sapling inside it. Then we each ate a nut.They tasted like freedom. Fifteen-year-old Wynd and her ailing younger sister, Sylva, escape from their foster home and find their way to an unusu...