It was a big wicker basket and it sat by the front door.
Why the front door? I donβt know. We never used the front door.
We lived in the Northeast, after all. Strangers and ambulance guys came through the front door but everybody else went to the back stoop to be let in through the clanging metal screen door. Every house in our neighborhood in Watertownβ¦
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