There was nothing there but a stray receipt and a pencil somebody had dropped.

“Do you think there are more treasures?” she asked.

“Probably,” I said.

“Most of them just don’t sparkle.”

We went to buy milk and bread.

I reached toward the orange juice, saw the price, and paused for a moment out of old habit.

Harper watched me with that serious expression I remembered from the first day.

“Grandma, we can have water,” she said.