His staff, who were supposed to be like family, or his friends, or his special guests, or his actual family—there was no way to know—had stolen it all. I knew he would never go there in his lifetime, so I kept the secret. But I put a lock on the door, and when new gifts came I catalogued them, I computerized the entries, I subtly let the staff know his estate attorney had a copy of everything in storage and I was the only one who had the key.
