“What did you draw, Bennett?” I asked, keeping my voice low.

“It’s the iron box from the closet,” Bennett said, saying it fast.

“The iron box.”

The paper showed a rough square in dark blue crayon with a round handle on one side.

“How come you drew this today?” I asked.

“Aunt Lauren told me not to watch when the man pulled it,” Bennett said.

“So the man helped her move it?” I asked.

“He was holding a blue paper,” Bennett said, rubbing his sleeve cuff faster.