Chapter 4The project Dale had assigned himself for the evening was to go through a big old desk that occupied the corner of the front room. It didn’t look like Aunt Mildred had used it for anything more than one more place to stow more of her possessions. Dale grabbed a kitchen chair and some cardboard boxes he’d picked up at a liquor store.
The desk wasn’t a roll top; it had more of a secretarial style, with a flap that opened from the top. As he opened it, several dusty bags of hard candy toppled out onto the floor. Ugh, those didn’t look particularly safe to consume. He went back to the kitchen and brought back a big black trash bag to add to his options for cleanout.
Half an hour later, he’d excavated letters to people he’d never heard of, twenty year old bank statements for some rel
