“Clearing my head,” I said.

“There’s nothing in there but summer things.”

She gave one short laugh and rubbed the corner of a towel between her fingers.

“These smell like cedar.

My mother kept hers in a cedar chest.”

“So did mine.”

“Well.” She turned for the hallway.

“I’m getting the last of it into the van tonight so we’re not stumbling around in the dark at four in the morning.”