My father, sixty-one years old, in a vault room with six people watching, could not get a key into a lock, and I watched his ears go red, and I had a feeling in my chest that I was not expecting and did not want, which was that I wanted somebody to help him.

Arthur said, “It’s upside down, Richard.”

It turned.

Patrice drew the box out and put it on the laminate table and opened the lid and stepped back, and read from the form: “Box two one four.

Renter, Margaret R.

Henderson.

Opening pursuant to order of the probate court.

I will list each item as removed.”