“We have a delivery for you. The box is very large and very heavy. We can bring it inside if you’d like.”
“What box?”
“We have a delivery for you.”He gestured to the truck. Two other men were already pulling something out of the back. It was enormous. The size of a small refrigerator. Wrapped in brown paper.
There was only one label on it: “To My Mom.”
My address. Nothing else.