I recorded the change and made a weekend plan for the boys.

We were not going to drive to the club to watch who had been invited.

Elliot’s folder became a box.

I found it on the kitchen table with tape along one corner.

Beneath his hand were the old forms, the lake drawing, a small sock, and a pacifier wrapped in a clean towel.

“School supplies?” I asked.

He looked at the things spread out beside it.

“No. Not really.”