Miriam Found a Reflection in a Mirror That Ended Her Marriage

where Arthur’s winter coat still hung on the brass hook. “He is going to want his drafting table, Mom.”

“He can have the table,” I said. “But the books go in the boxes today.”

I led the way into the small room Arthur had used as an office. The room smelled of old paper, leather, and the lemon furniture polish I had used on the desk every Tuesday morning.continue reading …