Behind the Venue, My Husband Handed Me a Scrapbook Pulled From the Dumpster

Second grade.

Emma appeared in the doorway and asked what was in the box.

David came down a moment later, hair still damp. He read the note twice. He picked up the clay object and turned it over in his hands and said he remembered making it, he had told her it was an ashtray and she hadn’t smoked but she had put it on her vanity to hold her rings. His continue reading …