So Peter got up and went with them. On his arrival, they took him to the upper room. All the widows stood around him, weeping and showing him the tunics and other clothing that Dorcas had made while she was still with them.
Their reading glasses might still be folded on the windowsill, one arm slightly bent from the way they always pulled them off. Picking them up to dust underneath can turn into ten quiet minutes of simply holding them.