Alvarez organized the first meal.

Mr.

Henderson took charge of rides.

Elise made a schedule so nobody felt pressured to volunteer every week.

The night before we opened, I stood alone in Arthur’s kitchen.

The cabinets had been cleaned and some appliances replaced, but his old oak table remained in the center.

On the mantel stood a photograph of him and Evelyn, taken years earlier when their hair was dark and they still believed they had endless time together.

I set two cups on the table out of habit.