“The county shop gave me Friday off,” Luke said.

“We can paint the upstairs bedrooms then.”

“Let’s just get the plates unpacked today,” I said.

I opened a tall box labeled fragile and peeled back the layers of local newspaper.

June’s old glass serving plate was wrapped in thick paper at the very bottom.

Luke stopped opening his box and looked over at my hands.

“I thought my sister took that,” he said.

“She brought it over at Easter,” I said.