Just before it closed Peter remembered something else. “Arisen,” he called. “Hope takes its place among the modern masters.” He stared at the closed door, sure he’d called out in time. Sure she’d heard. “I memorized the reviews, Clara. All the good ones. I know them by heart.” But Clara was inside her home. Leaning against her door. Her eyes closed, she fished in her pocket and brought out the coin. The beginner’s chip. She grasped it so tightly a prayer became printed on her palm.
