Where did you get that ring

has been closed for years.”

“I know.”

She studied me, then leaned closer. “You need help getting there?”

I almost said no. Pride is a strange thing. It survives even when almost everything else has been taken.

But Henry’s key was warm in my palm.

“Yes,” I said. “I believe I do.”

The bus driver lowered the ramp.

“My name’s Marlene,” she said.

“Evelyn,” I replied.continue reading …