Through the window, five plates were already set for supper.

“I don’t suppose they still need me to bring anything,” he said.

“They need you to arrive before the potatoes get cold.”

He straightened his cardigan and knocked on the door.

PART 13

Clarence’s one hundred and second birthday arrived with a steady spring rain and a cake that nearly tipped sideways in the car.

I carried it into the community room while Sylvia arranged paper decorations.

Denise arrived with a tray of sandwiches.