She set the box down while I stood in the doorway with my daughter against my shoulder.

“Winter clothes?”

“Most of them.

The blankets and the little sweaters too.”

“Bring it as far as the closet, please.”

She picked it up again and came inside after I stepped aside.

It was a small change from the way people had once arrived with decisions already made.

A box could be delivered without bringing authority over the room with it.