A classy story from Kress, as is often the case. It’s a shortish one, written from the perspective of a recently widowed woman seeking solace in the solitude of a deserted cabin by a swamp, where she can occupy herself by monitoring the local frog population. Except that she’s not quite alone. It’s a story that could have been written by James Tiptree Jr., and there’s no finer praise I can give.
