It looked as though it had been scrubbed clean within the last twenty-four hours.

“What do you keep in the storage box now, Father?” I asked.

Arthur’s hand stopped tapping his keys.

“Just tools,” he said.

He got into the cab and shut the door before I could ask him anything else.

I stood in the parking lot and watched his truck pull out onto Third Avenue, his tires crunching over the loose gravel.

Mr.