Grandfather Won One Hundred Dollars for Naming a Blue Can

voice muffled by the rafters and the stacks of cardboard boxes.

I climbed up behind her, my flashlight beam cutting through the gloom to find her standing near the brick chimney, her arms crossed over her chest.

The green metal filing cabinet we had emptied yesterday stood in the corner, looking small and useless under the sloping roof line.

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