Chapter 9
We opened the blue room permanently.
Removed the lock.
Not symbolically at first.
Practically.
Seraphine hated closed doors.
I had not noticed.
Of course.
Years hidden.
A closed door meant someone else controlled whether she existed publicly.
We moved her things out.
The room became empty.
Then Elspie suggested using it as a reading room for staff.
Seraphine laughed.
“Good.”
So we did.
No plaque.
No memorial.
No dramatic name.
Chairs.
Books.
Coffee.
May you like
People coming and going.
The best revenge against a hidden room is traffic.
