Until Bert had mentioned Andy’s wife running up and down three flights of stairs, she hadn’t realized there wasn’t an elevator somewhere in the building. A wicker basket filled with silk roses hung on the door, the yellow-and-white blooms as faded as the wallpaper that lined the walls of the landing. “I’ve lived here almost fifteen years.” Bert dipped her hand into the front of her housecoat and pulled out her necklace. A key and a gold ring, worn thin, dangled like charms on the end of it. Her apartment was half the size of Jack’s, but it reminded Evie of the thrift shop on Bird Street. Floor-to-ceiling shelves sagged under the weight of a collection of hardcover books and old encyclopedias. Porcelain figurines crowded every inch of space in an old curio cabinet. Two lace doilies embellished the red velvet sofa, pristine white cuffs against the smooth wooden arms. Another dozen or so hung from a satin cord stretched across the window.
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