“It’s in the garage.

I had the boys haul everything down last night.

Four boxes, all of them labeled.”

I lifted Toby out in his carrier and set him on the porch, out of the wind, then walked around to the garage.

The door was up.

Four cardboard boxes were lined up against the wall, and the crib was leaning against the studs in pieces.

The little bag of hardware was taped to the rail.