“The housekeeper keeps the niece’s Easter stuff there.

Plastic eggs, a basket in cellophane, stuffed animals.

It’s a heap.

It’s been a heap since Thursday afternoon.”

“And you put the drive in the heap.”

“I put it inside one of them.” Emily’s voice faded at the end.

“The gray rabbit.

There’s a seam down its back the dog chewed open last summer, and nobody ever sewed it up.”