At two o’clock, a yellow flatbed trailer was backed up across the wet grass of Frank’s front lawn.

Two men in canvas work coats were carrying Frank’s heavy oak roll-top desk down the front porch steps.

Gene stood at the trailer’s tailgate with a wooden clipboard and a roll of gray packing tape.

He had on his heavy brown canvas work jacket with the Miller Hardware logo stitched in red thread over the pocket.

I shut the door of my LeSabre and marched straight up the gravel driveway.

“Put the desk back inside, Gene.”