“You left her winter coat,” Daniel said.

He didn’t look at the boxes.

“She has her coat,” I said.

“She wants her work shoes and the blue dress from the front closet.”

Daniel leaned against the doorframe and smiled.

He rubbed his thumb across his chin, looking down at my gravel-dusted work boots on his spotless porch tile.

“You look real silly standing on my lawn in those mud boots, Samuel, trying to play lawyer,” he said.

I kept my hands in my coat pockets.