The Postscript: A Change of Scenery
The old wooden folding table belonged to my grandma. I don’t remember her ever using it.
After she moved out of her house and into a retirement home, my sister inherited the table, but she didn’t use it much either. The table has four wooden folding chairs that tuck beneath it and the whole thing rolls on casters. My husband, Peter, and I are moving to be closer to family, and we ...