They could have been sold, but his mother seldom got around to organizing a garage sale or running an advertisement in the classifieds, which partially explained the vast accumulation of junk stashed in the basement. His mother was obviously loathe to part with the crap left by his father, too, even though it seemed to Kim about as likely that Brittany would sleep in her crib again as that his dad would remember his stuff, let alone return for it. Anyway, the crib and its contents were out of sight and, therefore, out of mind, probably unless and until the family packed to move again.
On each trip to the basement Kim came better prepared, but even after having repeated the same ritual for each of the past four days, his heart began to thump so loudly he wondered whether he would be able to hear if anyone was coming down the stairs.