With a sigh she sits down at last, in his chair, covered in a plaid that doesn’t go with anything else in their living room. The chair that despite her protests he insisted on getting-and she insisted on nicknaming Sore Thumb. She is bone-weary, but proud of herself. She has survived another day without him.
She holds his letters with timorous hands, reminding herself each time her eyes trace the handwritten pages that she mustn’t cry and smudge the ink. But as words on paper throw wide the door to anguish, tears slide down her cheeks.
Wrapping her arms around herself, she slouches her body into the comforting softness of the plaid that never will match anything in their living room. A sore thumb. A constant reminder of him. She is glad.
1: a usually swinging or sliding barrier by which an entry is closed and opened; also : a similar part of a piece of furniture
3: a means of access or participation : opportunity <opens new doors> <door to success>