Melanie walked past the table that had been set for two with fancy china and flatware and out to the Truman Balcony.
She reveled in the white tiles, the white gloss paint, the eternal clearing-up and the clatter of flatware.
She loved the flatware—it always made her think of a wedding—sometimes of her own.
He frequently decorated his flatware with a refined etching or gravure, his hollow ware with reeding.
His flatware is usually distinguished by a shell motif, and gadroon edges finish and decorate many of his pieces.
Little of this, understandably, was likely to have been thrown away or lost, except for an occasional piece of flatware.