I Married a Wealthy 79-Year-Old Woman for Her Money—After She Died, Her Lawyer Slid Me a Cardboard Box and Said, “You Walked Straight Into Her Trap”
Green grocery bag.
The chair Raymond later gave me.
The bag remains the strangest.
Cheap cloth.
Torn handle.
No resale value.
Yet if there were a fire and I could safely take one object after the people and pets were out?
I might grab it.