The other I placed beside Arthur’s picture on the mantel, as I’d done on important mornings since the first year.

Richard was sitting in the back of the room.

His hair had gone almost white, and he leaned on a cane.

He raised a hand when he saw me.

I joined him for a moment, and we watched the room fill.

“He never liked crowds,” Richard said.

“Evelyn did.”

“Yes.