Samuel Reed Kept an Old Wooden Bat Behind the Pantry Door for Twenty Years

“It was in the bottom drawer of his desk, under the folders.” Her voice picked up speed.

“I was looking for the insurance card for the truck.

I wasn’t snooping, Dad.

I want that clear.”

“Nobody said you were.”

“I had it in my hand when he came in the back door.” She stopped.

“He asked what I had.

I said nothing.