The house eventually steadied, the wind caressing David’s hair. He pulled himself up onto his feet, shaking as he twisted the doorknob and opened the door to Baba’s house. He stepped inside, wobbly on his feet.
“What took you so long?” Baba stood at a pot-bellied stove, upon which an iron tea kettle was boiling water.
David was about to reply, but he paused as he took in the room. Everywhere, corner to corner, stuffing the bookshelves, spilling from cabinets, masking the floor, were more random knick-knacks, baubles, toys, papers, jars, books, and bottles than David had ever seen collected in one room.
“They’re…all…there…” David said, mesmerized by the clutter in the room. “Baba, did a hurricane pass through here?”
“Ha, ha. Boy makes joke. It has been a while since I have been hom
