pipe was creating pressure.”
“So?”
“So I excavated around it.”
“And?”
“I found a box.”
I stared at him.
“A box?”
“A sealed metal box. Buried underground.”
He explained that according to old permits, the pool had been constructed about twenty-two years earlier near the original property line.
When Dad uncovered the box, he noticed faded writing on the side.
A family name.
He recognized that the house currently standing there had not always existed.
So instead of opening the box alone, he contacted Eleanor.
She had lived on the
