Red Door

Walked into town to meet Jim’s sister for lunch, passing by this house that has had a firm hand of order and decor, over the past decade, making it quite a place. Ran into Stephanie sitting outside her vintage shop; her son was with her, all tall and grownup. I hadn’t seen him since he was easily half that tall. That was during the days when Stephanie saved my sanity as she helped me clean out Aunt Dorothy’s house.  Dorothy was moved into a nursing home where she languished for an entire decade - the same decade: she faded away while this house found new life.