The Keeper of Lost Things

wonderful thing about books was that they were films that played inside

Laura straightened and stroked the already perfect bedcovers and plumped the cushions on the ottoman. The green glass dressing table set sparkled in the sunlight, but was lovingly dusted nonetheless

She had been dead for forty years, but she was still his life, and her death had given him his purpose. It had made Anthony Peardew the Keeper of Lost Things.

The very thought of you”

It was a sweeping story of love and loss, life and death, and, above all, redemption. It was the story of a grand passion that had endured for more than forty years and finally found its happy ending.

In truth, she had lost the man she married long ago, and now, with his death, at least she could begin to mourn.

He got sick of watching the world through a window instead of living outside in it.

Nothing wrong doesn’t make him ‘Mr. Right.’”

them, formed at an early age and tempered over time by triumphs and tragedies, remained as durable as it was dependable.

She and Laura had met at school and remained close friends ever since. Not close in terms of geography or frequency; they rarely met or spoke more than two or three times a year. But the bond between