Julia's Chocolates [antikvár]

I left my wedding dress hanging in a tree somewhere in NorthDakota.I don't know why that particular tree appealed to me. Perhaps it was because it looked as if it had given up and died years ago and was still standing because it didn't know what else to do. It was all by itself, the branches gnarled and rough, like the top of someone's knuckles I knew.I didn't even bother to pull over as there were no other cars on that dusty two-lane road, which was surely an example of what hell looked like: You came from nowhere; you're going nowhere. And here is your only decoration: a dead tree. Enjoy your punishment.The radio died, and the silence rattled through my brain. I flipped up the trunk and was soon covered with the white fluff and lace and flounce of what was my wedding dress. I had hated it from the start, but he had loved it.Loved it because it was high-collared and demure and innocent. Lord, I looked like a stuffed white cake when I put it on.The sun beat down on my head as I stumbled to the tree and peered through the branches to the blue sky tunneling down at me in triangular rays. The labyrinth of branches formed a maze