Grandfather Won One Hundred Dollars for Naming a Blue Can

front key, its edges worn smooth from thirty years of our grandfather’s grip. She did not look at the key, keeping her eyes fixed on the empty gravel where the movers had left two flattened cardboard boxes and a stray roll of packing tape.

“We should leave it where the agent can find it,” I said.

Clara nodded, her foot still tapping that steady, anxious continue reading …