The Crate in the Parking Lot
Part Ten: Teddy
My second daughter called me on the Thursday, the day after the storage unit, at nine at night, which is not a time she calls.
Teodora is twenty-four and she is a nurse on a medical-surgical floor in Turlock, and she has the most usable brain of my six children, and the thing about her that everybody notices within four minutes is that she does not perform anything.
She said, “Did Odie show you the box?”