In 1995, I began writing a book for a friend with cancer. It was 1883. A nun, Sister Renata, had a crazy cousin writing stories about her being a flamenco dancer. My friend got better but then I got cancer and put the book away. Sister Renata's story would not be ignored. One day, an old woman -- Señora Ramos -- reached across time, begging me to tell the world how Renata was framed for her cousin's murder. Here's Renata's tale and my own healing story too -- they're linked through and through.
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