An old cardboard box.
Across the side, in Arthur’s handwriting:
MAGGIE — THINGS SHE WILL INSIST ARE IMPORTANT.
I laughed so suddenly that people turned toward us.
“What was inside?”
“Receipts.”
“Of course.”
“From 1989.”
“Your father had no respect for historical records.”
“There was something else.”
Daniel swiped to another photograph.
It showed a folded piece of notebook paper.
“What is that?”
“I brought the original.”
He reached into his pocket and gave it to me.
The paper was yellowed.
Arthur’s handwriting covered one side.
Maggie,
If you are reading this, you are probably trying to decide whether to throw something away.
Throw it away.
Except this note.
Keep this because I know you.
You spend your whole life making places feel like home for other people.
Remember to keep one place for yourself.
