An excerpt // In 1902, Laura, a lonely dressmaker, lived with her cat, Snuggles, in Vancouver. She rented an apartment above a Chinese-food restaurant on Granville Street. // "Everything I own smells like chicken fried rice," she said, picking up Snuggles and pressing his nose to hers. "Even you smell like chicken fried rice." // She decided to move to the woods, near crystal No-bottom Lake. She bought a bungalow, and moved in. // How she loved that home. And how she loved to wrap herself in her goosefeather quilt at night.

// But soon she knew that she was still lonely.