Snip from White Camellia

Excerpt, A Death from the White Camellia Orphanage:



From a ways
off, the train idling by the tank did not look so big.  And he had practiced for this, grabbing a
vine and swinging his legs up and onto the fork of a tree, over and over, until
the jump to his “boxcar” was easy.  Grey
smoke vented from the stack at intervals, barely staining the air.  But when the train began to move, it