The Only Door That Opened When the Others Closed

her coat tighter around her shoulders, her eyes darting toward the gallery entrance as if she expected someone else to walk through the doors.

“Donnie says that art is a fine hobby, but it does not pay the electric bill,” Tanya said.

“Donnie has not seen my work,” Ivy said.

“Well, he knows what things cost,” Tanya’s voice rose, turning defensive as she continue reading …