The Only Door That Opened When the Others Closed

spoke.

“Tell him forty,” Ivy said.

“The local historical society usually takes the first row,” Carol said, her voice soft and questioning.

Ivy pulled another length of tape from the roll.

“Not this time,” Ivy said. “The first row is reserved.”

Carol looked at her, but Ivy was already reaching for the next frame, her attention fixed on the heavy wire hangers.continue reading …