GS-I continued from the uploaded story. The setup, characters, and fin…

Hall on Water Street.

Folding chairs. Two coffee urns. A table of casseroles. Seventy-one people.

I counted the chairs because counting is what I do with my hands.

The storm door on the hall’s side entrance did not latch either.

I stood in the vestibule before it started and listened to it tap twice and then softer.

I laughed out loud, alone, for the first continue reading …