Clare Marie

“He would get out of the car to make sure her knitted scarf protected her nose and mouth against the wind. And they would climb the steps of the gray building labeled “Duxton Senior Center.” Inside, a blonde administrator would lead Roya to a hall where a man in a wheelchair sat by the window. And she would see once again the boy, whom she once believed would always be hers.”
― Marjan Kamali, The Stationery Shop