In readying for the return of Lee and Erin for Thanksgiving, Mother Denise created a little nest of bathing aids for them.
Central to the nesting was their childhood duckie that turned up in the ongoing
basement sifting. A subtle reminder of days gone by,
it has so far gone uncommented upon by them. It could be that they attribute the duckie to the continual seething vortex of objets d'art that are part of this place from which they have escaped.
Well, I may use it. Another valuable 'find'.