Yellow Ceramic Mug and Red Silk Scarf in a Red Buick

in my garden shed, Nicole,” I said.

Nicole looked at the scarf, her mouth tightening into a thin line, but she did not reach out to touch it.

“It must have slipped off my neck during the storm,” she said, her voice dropping its enthusiastic pitch for the first time.

“You were looking for the 1984 deed,” I said.

“We were trying to help continue reading …