“Then we’ll buy another crib,” Sarah said.

“We don’t have three hundred dollars for a solid pine frame,” I said.

“We’ve got enough,” Sarah said.

“Put your winter boots on.”

I zipped the canvas duffel all the way to the brass stop.

“If he sees your Buick parked by the front curb, he’ll drive right on past,” Sarah said.

“He doesn’t know the Buick runs,” I said.

“He thinks the backup battery died three months ago.”