Miriam Found a Reflection in a Mirror That Ended Her Marriage

dining room for thirty years. I have the matching silver tray from my mother’s estate, and they belong together.”

“The silver tray was yours,” I said. “I packed that in the second box. The tea set stays here.”

Arthur cleared his throat, his hand moving to his collar. “It seems an unnecessary distinction, Miriam. You have the house. Surely a few pieces continue reading …