On every wall, stained-glass windows seemed to tell a story. I knew most of it already: it was the story of Dorothy. There was Dorothy’s house in the cyclone. Dorothy walking down the road of yellow bricks, arm in arm with her famous friends. Dorothy facing off with the Wicked Witch of the West. They all went on like that. The last panel showed Dorothy kneeling, as a girl I recognized as Ozma placed a crown on her head. But where was the one that explained what happened after that?
