SLADE HOUSE

Keep your eyes peeled for a small black iron door. Down the road from a working-class British pub, along the brick wall of a narrow alley, if the conditions are exactly right, youll find the entrance to Slade House. A stranger will greet you by name and invite yo u inside. At first, you wont want to leave. Later, youll find that you cant. Every nine years, the houses residentsan odd broth er and sisterextend a unique invitation to someone whos different or lonely: a precocious teenager, a recently divorced policeman, a shy college st...[Read more]