One of my mother’s and my favorite pastimes when I’m in Delaware is to stroll through her house so I can identify all the things I want when she dies. On occasion when I point to something I like, she commands cheerfully, “Just take it.” Over the years I’ve stuffed my suitcase with a little silver snuffbox, a women’s boot pistol, a gunpowder tester, a brass lock, an old china perfume bottle. This time I […]
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