Sharp kid.”

Rachel came down the steps with her pen still in her hand.

“The three binders are boxed and in the hall closet,” she said.

“Labeled, dated, and I have a copy of the index at my office.”

“On the shelf above the tin box,” Martha said from the chair.

“Where I can put my hand on it.”

Martha said something else and Rachel laughed, and the two of them went inside together, and the kitchen light came on behind the window.

“She wants the square hung tonight,” David said.