Every night on his way back from the warehouse James would walk along the Mississippi river, checking on her like a father would watch his sleeping daughter. Without her, New Orleans would have been but a dream and James himself a subjugated clodhopper traipsing through a used-up country. For more from the novel The Dunnes of Brittas, follow: https://www.facebook.com/The-Dunnes-of-Brittas-111980943919385
