Erick stayed about an hour. During that time, he talked with Mary about a few people they both knew. Once, he asked me about the kids. After I had answered, he announced that he needed to run some errands. A short visit was an understatement. I thought back on my dream I had had earlier. A chink appeared in the perfect scene.
Before he left, he brought in a small box he had found in the house. It had been by Mom’s bed and looked like she had been going through it. Erick had glanced in the box and seen mostly pictures and a few pieces of paper. He hadn’t looked closer but thought we might like to go through things while we sat there.
I was not about to argue. It was something to do, plus I could learn more about the family. Over the years, I had noticed that everyone talked more about the past when they saw pictures.