“After a moment, he sat down beside the china cabinet, on the Bidjar rug covering Holly’s living room floor. The rug, which I remembered Holly had inherited from her grandmother, was a gorgeously intricate maroon, navy, and cream design. She’d also inherited the furniture: the cherry end tables and butler’s tray, now covered with statuary, plus a china cabinet, whose shelves displayed rows of Holly’s plates. I recognized a pattern we’d eaten off of once: “some of Granny’s Haviland,” Holly had ai...rily called the dishes, with their sprays of tiny pink flowers on a white background. Interspersed with those plates were others with a religious, specifically a Roman Catholic, theme: an angel on one, a lamb and fish on others. I couldn’t bear to look at them, and turned away. The room was also crowded with pairs of wingback chairs and two love seats, all upholstered in a creamy satin to complement the jewel tones in the rug. The pale beige walls held the oil paintings from her old living room, plus one of her portrait-collages.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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