15
“FOUND THE SILVERWARE,” Shelly called out, waving a soup ladle.
Ivy made her way through the furniture, rugs, and books and knelt beside her sister. “What an unusual pattern.” Ivy turned over an ornate cake server and studied the hallmark. “It’s not silver plated either. This is sterling silver.”
“I’m more of an Ikea person. What’s the difference?”
“Cost and quality.” During the early years of her marriage to Jeremy, Ivy had enjoyed visiting antique shops and finding unusual pieces for their brownstone condominium. With her artist’s training, she had developed her eye for quality craftsmanship. Everything she saw here was so far beyond what she’d ever been able to afford.
Idly, she wondered if the paintings Amelia Erickson had lost sleep over were tucked away here.
As near as Ivy
