Delfina Robichaux

The Last Porch Light (eBook, ePUB)

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Produktbeschreibung

The Last Porch Light

By Delfina Robichaux

Some lights welcome you home. Others warn you away.

When she left her small Louisiana hometown, she swore she'd never look back. But thirteen years later, the porch light at her mama's sagging blue house is still burning - and so are the questions she never dared to ask.

Back for the funeral and burdened with the deed to a house full of ghosts, she finds a tin of letters hidden under the bed. Some are to strangers, some to no one at all - and one addressed to "the daughter I once had."

As whispers travel faster than the tide in this tight-knit bayou community, she navigates old feuds, the watchful eyes of neighbors, and the slow unraveling of family secrets. Every visit to the market, every porch-step conversation, every faded photograph pulls her deeper into a story she thought she'd left behind.

Told with the dry humor and unflinching eye of a woman who knows both the sweetness and sting of home, The Last Porch Light is a slow-burn Southern drama about belonging, forgiveness, and the cost of carrying someone else's idea of who you should be.

For readers who love the grit of small towns, the pull of family ties, and the kind of secrets you can only find by coming back - even when you promised you wouldn't.

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Produktdetails

• Verlag: Delfina Robichaux
• Erscheinungstermin: 11. August 2025
• Englisch
• ISBN-13: 9798231003549
• Artikelnr.: 75162257

Autorenporträt

Delfina Robichaux was born between the tide and the cane fields, where gossip carries farther than the wind and coffee is strong enough to hold a spoon upright. She spent most of her working years as a school bus driver, learning that children will tell you the truth whether you ask for it or not.

When she wasn't steering forty feet of yellow steel, Delfina sang alto in the church choir, baked pies that never saw a store-bought crust, and refused to eat coconut on principle. She has a fondness for fried chicken, hush puppies, and watching the tide roll in with a chipped mug of chicory coffee in hand.

Her stories are stitched from the scraps of small-town memory, half-heard conversations, and the things people swear they'll take to the grave. The Last Porch Light is her way of leaving one light on just long enough for you to find your way in, but not long enough to overstay your welcome.

Delfina still plays the spoons, swears she can smell a storm before she sees it, and keeps her porch light on only when she means it.