The Nursery.
Mandy’s attitude performed another quick change and, as she turned toward Heather, her manner became businesslike. “Are these the boxes you meant?” she asked, extending one running shoe toward the boxes on the floor with a chorus-line flick of her knee.
Heather rotated the larger box until the label faced her. “Yeah, I’m sure they are,” she replied. “When the crib and all was put in storage, I remember we packed all of Brittany’s babystuff into a couple of boxes. This one that says ‘Baby Clothes’ should have some cloth diapers and stuff. Mom was environmentally conscious in those days and tried not to clog landfills with Pampers.” Heather bent over the box and ran her fingers along the top edges in search of a seam in the clear tape with which it was sealed. Mandy knelt beside her as Heather ripped open the top panels.