“She loved it. She used to take me there when I was your age.”
Ben studied the photograph.
“Can you take me there?”
I glanced at the clock.
Nathan was taking Diane to her rehabilitation appointment, and for once, nobody needed me to stay home.
“Can you take me there?”
“Go get your shoes.”
Ben returned wearing them on the wrong feet. I laughed and knelt to switch them.
Before leaving, I wrapped my mother’s necklace in its handkerchief and returned it to the blue box.
“Go get your shoes.”
I had just closed the closet when Ben called from the hallway.
“Are you coming?”
I picked up the photograph and slipped it into my jacket pocket.
“I’m right behind you.”
I picked up the photograph and slipped it into my jacket pocket.
