Sticksby Joan Bauer It is the simmering summer of 2001 in New York City: at soft Tidings, a message is not handed over but told to the recipient. And the messages as a rule, are not especially good news. Pages of Sticks : Page 1Page 2Page 3Page 4Page 5Page 6Page 7Page 8Page 9Page 10Page 11Page 12Page 13