The Only Door That Opened When the Others Closed

Carol pushed a white plate with a single slice of apple pie between them, two forks resting on the paper napkin.

“We need to go to the art shop in the city on Friday,” Carol said, pulling a folded piece of paper from her coat pocket.

Ivy looked at the list written in her aunt’s neat, slanted handwriting. It called for heavy cotton paper, three tubes continue reading …