“The clerk at Miller’s Corner Grocery found one last box on the bottom shelf in the back room.”

He pushed the yellow box across the glass table toward my armchair.

I took my handkerchief out of my trouser pocket and wiped the lenses of Evelyn’s reading glasses in my lap before tucking them back into my shirt pocket.

“Your mother loved these with her afternoon tea,” I said, sitting down across from him.

“I know she did,” Brandon said.

He dropped his eyes to his hands and rested his forearms on his knees.