Yellow Ceramic Mug and Red Silk Scarf in a Red Buick

in there, Clara. It must be exhausting for you to even look at it.”

“I find the clutter quite comforting,” I replied.

“But it is not safe,” Nicole said quickly. “You could trip. We have to think about your safety now.”

She reached for her coat on the brass wall hook, her eyes lingering on the parlor doorway for three long seconds before she turned back continue reading …