Looking down at the Styrofoam container that Justin had picked up and was holding out for her, Susan answered, “Well, I am hungry. As long as you don’t mind.” Without waiting for his answer she took the container and opened it as she walked to the door. Stuffing a rapidly cooling fry into her mouth, she opened the front door and walked inside, flipping on a light switch as she went by.

She was nowhere to be seen when he sat the first box down in the parlour, but he heard her footsteps upstairs. “Probably changing in something more comfortable,” Justin said to himself as he walked back outside.

When he returned to the parlour with the second box, after having locked both the SUV and the front door, he found his wife sitting cross-legged on the floor. She looked like a teenager, wearing sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt, her hair pulled back in a pony-tail, eating with one hand and sorting through the box of papers with the other.

Justin chuckled as he walked over and sat down on the floor near Susan, placing the second box next to the one she was working with. “You couldn’t even wait to finish eating before you drove right in?”

Wiping her fingertips on a paper napkin, Susan searched through a small pile of papers she had removed from the box. “I was only going to open the box, but this was sitting on top of the papers I placed inside.” She held out an old photograph, folded and creased, as if to fit in a pocket or wallet.

Justin took the picture and carefully unfolded it. On the back was written, ‘I will love you, always. 1901’. Turning the picture over, he saw Emma sitting in a porch swing with a squirming Newfoundland puppy on her lap.