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

“Evelyn does it at the hospital on Tuesdays,” I said.

“Use her.

She does not make mistakes.”

Frank had the shed key up to the gray light coming under the door when I walked down the lane.

“Twenty years that thing has hung on this nail,” he said.

“I bet it hasn’t come off it since the first Bush.”

“First Bush is right.

I hung it there the week Claire started kindergarten.”