Nora Played Six Days of Recordings at Her Second Anniversary Dinner

In Illinois.” She scrolled and stopped.

“I’d have to get Mr.

Peters to open the account details.”

“Don’t get Mr. Peters.”

Clara looked at me over the top of her monitor.

Then she fed the printer.

“There’s a second page,” she said, and slid it across the counter with the rest.

Evelyn arrived at a quarter past three with a knitted blanket that still smelled of the cedar chest.