soulevé le couvercle.
Une légère odeur de cèdre, de papier et de vieux café flottait dans la pièce.
The first thing I saw was a photograph.
Ezra and I were standing on his porch. I was holding two grocery bags. He had one hand on my shoulder, and both of us were laughing.
I did not remember the picture being taken.
On the back, Ezra had written:
The first Sunday Anthony stayed for coffee. Neither of us understood how important it would become.
Beneath the photograph lay several blue notebooks.