“Are you certain no one lives here but you? I asked.
“No one.
“There are three chairs, I said.
“I am expecting another. Soon.
“The windows were already covered with quilts, in preparation for my presence there during the day, I presumed. Along the back wall, hidden in the shadows, so much so I didn’t notice them until I was standing there, was a short, wide shelf stacked with books.”
James brushed a stray curl from Sarah’s cheek. She looked at Grace, who had pulled herself upright in her crib, standing silently, as enthralled in her father’s story as her mother. She wouldn’t be going to sleep again any time soon. James took the baby from her crib, her tiny hands clutching his t-shirt in her fists. Grace didn’t take her eyes from her father’s face, and Sarah thought Grace must understa
