There is a peculiar burning odor in the room, like explosives. the kitchen fills with smoke and the hot, sweet, ashy smell of scorched cookies. The war has begun.
Alison LurieAbout author
- Author's profession: Novelist
- Nationality: american
- Born: September 3, 1926
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