I knelt to her eye level and took the frame from her hands.

“What would you like to do with it?”

She looked at it for a long moment, thinking it through.

“Let’s put it in a box,” she decided. “We don’t have to wreck it. I just don’t want to see it in the hallway.”

“That sounds like a good plan,” I said, and put it away.

The legal process ground on for eight months.