Margaret asked whether I was sure.

“Yes.”

Ruth came in while we were smoothing the sleeves on the table.

She put down her purse and asked where I wanted it kept.

“The cedar chest.”

The drawing had been removed safely from the pocket and placed in a protective sleeve.

We laid it with the jacket so it would remain flat, not pressed into a fold or left to catch on a seam.

Ruth helped open the chest.