A Spool of Blue Thread

by Anne Tyler

We’re young for such a small

fraction of our lives, and yet our youth seems to stretch on forever. Then we’re old for years and years, but time flies by fastest then. So it all comes out equal in the end, don’t you see.” She heard Nora

Parkway—old but well kept, with gleaming hardwood floors. The landlord said the kitchen had been remodeled in 2010. “Who did your work?” Red asked. He screwed up his face when he heard the name. The second place was a third-floor walk-up. Red was only slightly winded