Behind the Venue, My Husband Handed Me a Scrapbook Pulled From the Dumpster

voice when he said this was very quiet.

Then there was a knock at the door.

Barbara on the doorstep looked different in a way that was difficult to name at first. She was wearing simple black slacks and a soft sweater. No diamonds. Small pearl studs. Her hair was down and showed more gray than I had ever seen. Her makeup was minimal. She looked older,continue reading …