kept Ezra’s table, though we added more tables around it.
In the front room, we placed the battered suitcase inside a glass cabinet. Beside it hung the photograph of Ezra and me holding the grocery bags.
His private notebooks stayed with my family.
But we framed one sentence from his letter and hung it above the fireplace:
Keep the porch light on for someone who needs to know they are expected.
The first Sunday we opened, I was terrified no one would come.
By noon, every chair was occupied.
Mrs.