CJ is busy piling things on the dining room table. Two of my old necklaces. A small wooden chest that he painted as a craft project in kindergarten. A rock. A handful of toys. And the vacuum.
“Whatcha doing, CJ?” I ask.
“Having a yard sale,” he says. ”I need to make money.”
“Well you can’t just have a yard sale spur-of-the-minute,” I say. ”And also, what’s the vacuum doing here?”
He looks at me sideways, but doesn’t answer.
“Were you… going to SELL it?”
He nods. “You never use it,” he says.