Quote by: Davis Grubb

It was a warm night for the end of March. Walt had left the front door to the ice-cream parlor open when he went out after supper to gossip with the old men down at Darly Stidger's Store. And yet it was not spring, although winter was dead and the moon was sickly with the neitherness of the time between those seasons: those last few weeks before the cries of the green frogs would rise in stitching clamor from the river shores and meadow bogs.


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Author Bio


  • NameDavis Grubb
  • DescriptionNovelist, short story writer
  • BornJuly 23, 1919
  • DiedJuly 24, 1980
  • CountryUnited States Of America
  • ProfessionWriter; Novelist