Ten minutes later Mr.

Henderson came through the door with two men from his apartment building.

Then a woman arrived with her neighbor, and a couple of teenagers came to help serve breakfast.

By ten, the living room was warm with voices.

Clara, a retired schoolteacher in a yellow sweater, chose the chair beside the bay window and began correcting the spelling on our handwritten welcome sign.

Maya gave her a marker and said she was in charge of quality control.