The Unreliable Truth

His sister had already sold his mother's furniture by the time he asked about the dresser. She told him which used furniture store bought it from her. She said it would probably still be there since it was just a piece of junk anyway. They didn't speak again for nine years.

He found the store and gave the man twenty-five dollars for the dresser. He put it into his trunk and tied the lid down with the belt of a bathrobe. When he got the thing home he first gathered up every artifact he owned that reminded him in some way of his mother and then he put a new blade into his circular saw.

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