“I’ve got just the thing.” She teetered near the top of a rickety wooden ladder and reached up to a dusty cardboard box on the top shelf of the cobwebby garage. I steadied the ladder from below. Brushing the dust off the box revealed the word “China” written in marker. Old newspapers crinkled back from around the two fragile bone china cups and saucers of different designs as we opened the box. Laid away so long ago, each cup was the remnant of a larger set, long lost even before she owned these pieces. Each cup the last in a […]