“Mrs.

Bennett has her at the kitchen table with colored pencils and hot cocoa.”

“Good,” he said.

“She doesn’t need to watch workmen change the locks on her own house.”

The locksmith pulled a heavy ring off his tool belt and gave me three shiny silver keys on a plain wire loop.

“That covers the front door, the back kitchen door, and the side door to the garage,” he said.

“Those old brass keys in your drawer won’t turn a single lock on this property.”