Yellow Ceramic Mug and Red Silk Scarf in a Red Buick

for the exit.

My hand brushed against a small stack of heavy paper on the counter, and I looked down.

It was a custom blue paint formula card, the exact shade of deep cornflower my husband had mixed for the studio trim twenty years ago, with the hand-written pigment codes still legible along the bottom edge.

I slid the card into my knit continue reading …