“I hope sometime you’ll feel—a little more at home, Lila. I hope sometime you’ll move things around a little in here. These old pictures my mother put up—I probably haven’t looked at some of them in fifty years. Most of them she just cut out of magazines. Well, you can see that, the way they’ve faded. My grandfather made the frames for them. I think it was mainly a way she had of keeping him out of her kitchen. He always wanted to be doing something. My point is that things don’t have to stay the way they are. If you want to change them.” She said, “You ever heard of a credenza?” He laughed. “A credenza. I’ve seen the word somewhere, I suppose. I’m not quite sure I know what one is.” “Well, I’m glad if you don’t.” He nodded. “Happy to oblige.” “That’s one thing I don’t ever want around here.” “It might be hard to find one in Iowa.
