“No,” I said.

“Then why is it in the truck?”

“Because I want him to see it and understand I’m not bringing anything else.”

She stood there a minute with her hands pushed down in her coat pockets.

“That’s an odd thing to do, Dad.”

“It is,” I said, and shut the tailgate.

Oak Ridge Drive had a rental car in the drive and a trash can at the curb that had not been set out on Sunday.

Daniel came out on the porch before my boot was on the bottom step.