Katherine Nicolai

And there are pictures. We looked through a few.

But still, the animals and their humans looked happy and relaxed. Chef pointed to a snapshot of a small gray cat sitting on a velvet poof. That one looks just like Cinder. I agreed. So, I still don't understand. What is it about? What's it for? I scratched my head. and looked around the room. I didn't have an exact answer.

But still, the animals and their humans looked happy and relaxed. Chef pointed to a snapshot of a small gray cat sitting on a velvet poof. That one looks just like Cinder. I agreed. So, I still don't understand. What is it about? What's it for? I scratched my head. and looked around the room. I didn't have an exact answer.

But still, the animals and their humans looked happy and relaxed. Chef pointed to a snapshot of a small gray cat sitting on a velvet poof. That one looks just like Cinder. I agreed. So, I still don't understand. What is it about? What's it for? I scratched my head. and looked around the room. I didn't have an exact answer.

I think she just collected stories, kept them, like other people collect music or paintings. I think they were beautiful to her, and she felt the need to document the lives of the people in her village, even if it was really small, simple stuff.

I think she just collected stories, kept them, like other people collect music or paintings. I think they were beautiful to her, and she felt the need to document the lives of the people in her village, even if it was really small, simple stuff.

I think she just collected stories, kept them, like other people collect music or paintings. I think they were beautiful to her, and she felt the need to document the lives of the people in her village, even if it was really small, simple stuff.

She did that, but in a different way. And Chef asked the question that had been nagging at me since I'd found this room on Halloween night. Why is it hidden away? Didn't she ever show it to anyone? I plopped down into the straight-backed chair. and rested my hands on the desktop. There were dust motes floating in the air, sunlight cutting through the small window.

She did that, but in a different way. And Chef asked the question that had been nagging at me since I'd found this room on Halloween night. Why is it hidden away? Didn't she ever show it to anyone? I plopped down into the straight-backed chair. and rested my hands on the desktop. There were dust motes floating in the air, sunlight cutting through the small window.

She did that, but in a different way. And Chef asked the question that had been nagging at me since I'd found this room on Halloween night. Why is it hidden away? Didn't she ever show it to anyone? I plopped down into the straight-backed chair. and rested my hands on the desktop. There were dust motes floating in the air, sunlight cutting through the small window.

Sycamore turned his head and looked at me as if he wanted to hear my answer too. I think that's what I'm meant to do, I said. My voice quiet, but sure. She anthologized. And I'm going to share it all. It's all been so perfectly organized. It's just waiting for someone to exhibit these stories. Sycamore jumped down and came to rub against my ankle. I reached down and lifted him to my lap.

Sycamore turned his head and looked at me as if he wanted to hear my answer too. I think that's what I'm meant to do, I said. My voice quiet, but sure. She anthologized. And I'm going to share it all. It's all been so perfectly organized. It's just waiting for someone to exhibit these stories. Sycamore jumped down and came to rub against my ankle. I reached down and lifted him to my lap.

Sycamore turned his head and looked at me as if he wanted to hear my answer too. I think that's what I'm meant to do, I said. My voice quiet, but sure. She anthologized. And I'm going to share it all. It's all been so perfectly organized. It's just waiting for someone to exhibit these stories. Sycamore jumped down and came to rub against my ankle. I reached down and lifted him to my lap.

I think we'll set up an exhibit. Some of it can be here. some at the library, the museum, other places in town.

I think we'll set up an exhibit. Some of it can be here. some at the library, the museum, other places in town.

I think we'll set up an exhibit. Some of it can be here. some at the library, the museum, other places in town.

I turned to look up at my friend. What do you think? Are there recipes?

I turned to look up at my friend. What do you think? Are there recipes?

I turned to look up at my friend. What do you think? Are there recipes?

We would have a busy summer ahead of us, of curating and cooking. of sharing and showing. Sweet dreams.