Then Helen has a thought. Why not put on shoes and just move the box to the hedge? That’s what David would have told her to do. She imagines him there, leaning on the counter in a T-shirt and long shorts. He pushes up his glasses and looks around. Studies the things that fill his mother’s life in his absence. Helen stops what she is doing. Lets memory shuffle the deck. They are now in the kitchen of their old house in Australia. It’s the last week of school.
