A Cup of Sugar – for Celia and Dick

One day,  soon after we moved to the city,  I was at home still unpacking cartons when the doorbell rang.  I opened the door to a young woman about my age. “Welcome to the building!”,  Celia said introducing herself.  “I’m baking and believe it or not,  I’ve just run out of sugar.  May I borrow a cup?” I invited her in and over tea we discovered that Celia and my husband grew up in the same Queens neighborhood,  and had gone to Brandeis together where...

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