Lily pointed.

“He wants a turn.”

“He’ll have to wait.”

She laughed, and the swing came back into my hands.

From the swing I could see the back door, and the white paint around its frame was new.

I’d scraped and painted it myself the Saturday before, with Lily handing me the brush and losing it twice.

The closet inside held coats and a vacuum cleaner now.

No padlock, no cash, no papers.