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

The blinds were slanted open just enough to show the driveway.

“Two sugars,” she said.

“You always did make it too sweet.”

I set the cup on the table and sat down in the rocker.

“Show me the receipt,” I said.

“Dad, I’m sorry.”

“I know you are.

Show me the receipt.”