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.  I’m your neighbor Celia,  she said,  welcome to the building!  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 had grown up in the same Queens neighborhood,  and in fact had gone to Brandeis together and had...

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