“What’s in it?”

“Deeds, mostly.

Papers from before you were born.”

“Then why is it out in a shed?”

I stirred my coffee.

“Because that is where he kept it.”

She looked at me a moment longer than the answer deserved, then went back to the mail.

By quarter to five the light was going and I still had two empty feed sacks in the truck bed, so I drove into town to the feed store and carried them in.