On Easter Sunday Afternoon, a Gray Stuffed Rabbit Was Holding Federal Contract Evidence

She tugged at the sleeve again.

“Dad.”

“Tell me exactly which box you put it in.”

Emily put the cup on the tray, and it tipped, and she caught it before it spilled.

“I have to tell it to someone who writes it down.

Otherwise it’s only me talking, and I’ve been doing that for six years.”

“It’ll be Sarah doing it.”

“Sarah’s okay.”