by Mary Jane Beaufrand
Quote: Come, dip your toes in my glacial goodness. I will rock you to sleep, and then dash your head against a submerged boulder.
I'd heard the river angry, I'd heard the river playful, but until that morning I'd never heard the river grieve.
A fairly simplistic story about a girl from the city moving out to the middle of nowhere and a local girl is found dead in the river. It turns into some kind of strange drug bust situation but was pretty much forgettable.