Sus ojos están tristes.

"What is this?" he asks, for there is a place for everything in his mother's kitchen. Even orphan items have a home together in the same drawer: bent nails, odd screws, hooks, hangers, a single marble, the key to the radiator valves. "A silver dollar," she answers. It's the first time he has seen a coin so heavy, so handsome. "Your grandfather gave it to me the day you were born," and she kisses him on the forehead. "Put it back where you found it."

His eyes are sad.

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