She grabbed a box and placed clothes, clean and neatly folded, for someone who could use them.
Each piece held meaning. Gentle shades of blue with striped rompers, cream colored bibs with embroidered farm animals, the kind he’d love to see.
She touched each piece again, catching her tears with the back of her hand.
She picked up the phone and called Halbert, the junk man, and asked him to stop by to pick up charity.
Halbert knew this was not the same as tossed out junk, as he not long ago picked up the baby furniture for Miss Maize, who also gifted him a real apple pie.
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