People passed. More demanding images from Maryland flitted through her mind, a thousand clues she’d never noticed or questioned. Flashes of Royale’s mother in tears or hiding tears. Honor’s grandfather and father speaking in raised voices, silenced when she, only a child, ran into the room.A growing presentiment held Honor mute. Finally she shot to her feet. “We can’t talk about this here.”Royale stood also but would not face her. “We go home then?”Go home? We can never go home. Honor grasped Royale’s elbow. She steered them through the jostling throng, suffocating in the heat and smell and noise. More memories tried to shove their way into her mind; she slammed the door on them.Arriving on Sixth Avenue, Honor averted her eyes from the For Sale sign in Miriam’s window. Through the open door, they stepped out of the sun and halted. Eli was sobbing in the parlor. They hurried to him. Miriam lay sprawled on the faded floral carpet, and Eli knelt beside her, patting her arm and crying, “Gramma.
