She set it on the concrete beside my work shoes.

“We saved six silver quarters in here, under my bed,” she said.

“Can we put them in the coffee can, too?”

“The coffee can stays up on the kitchen shelf,” I told her.

We went inside together.

The black sludge stains were all gone from the linoleum.

It had taken four bottles of pine cleaner, two plastic tubs, and three blue plastic scrub brushes to get the motor oil out of the seams.

I reached up and set the dented red metal coffee can between the salt shaker and the box of rolled oats.