The Final Session

Eleanor arranged her storybooks on the small wooden table, her arthritic fingers tracing the worn covers she&rsquo;d carried to the local library every Wednesday for twenty-three years. The familiar room felt much colder today. &#xA; &ldquo;We&rsquo;re starting with &lsquo;The Cloud Sailor&rsquo; since it&rsquo;s Amy&rsquo;s birthday,&rdquo; she announced to the gathered children. Some…