When Grandpa died, Aunt Rebecca and Uncle Todd got the house, and we got some money. Moving back to his boyhood home must have seemed strange for Uncle Todd, but once he got the kitchen remodeled, he was happy. My cousin Arianna got what had once been Mom’s room, upstairs.

We’d visit them on holidays, the place big enough, Mom and Dad got the downstairs guest room, and me, Uncle Todd’s old room upstairs next to Adrianna’s.

The two of us got along pretty well, both liking sports: me, football, though I usually didn’t get in until the fourth quarter if the score wasn’t close; her, volleyball, since she was tall. We’d jog in the morning and I could see her nipples, her knowing, I was rather sure. Sometimes we’d get where I could somewhat feel her up, as long as it seemed not on purpose.

The two upstairs rooms were alike: a dormer window and a closet made by splitting the wall between. It was Mom who said to stick my suitcase in the far back so she wouldn’t trip over it when hanging up my clothes.

It was in putting my suitcase there when I noticed the tab of tape peeling from the wall. Had it not curled, I’d never have seen the hole behind it, behind which was a stud space, and on the far side, light through a nail hole through I could see into Arianna’s room.