Vanessa reached into the open dish cabinet and took out one of my grandmother’s painted ceramic coffee cups.

“Where did these come from?” Vanessa asked, holding the cup up to the light.

“They look like thrift store craft projects.”

“They belonged to my grandmother,” I said.

“They take up half the cupboard,” Vanessa said, sliding the cup back onto the shelf with a grating sound.

“We’ll need all this shelf space for my glassware.”

Mark nodded his approval as he wiped a drip off the tile counter with a paper towel.

“We’re clearing out all the clutter by Sunday,” Mark said.