Even a cloudburst wouldn't damage its quality. Probably, I should have stayed inside, not wanting to embarrass or scare the midnight shopper. But I wanted whoever could use the king-sized headboard, frame and box spring to feel good about taking them away. We have family heirlooms coming in to fill the guest room, I told the bearded man in the fishing hat. That's the only reason we're getting rid of the bed, I said.
City streets are a world away from a grand furniture showroom.
When he left, all he tied to the roof of the van was the box spring. The bed was still curbside in the morning. So was a new customer, crouching on the sidewalk while he tried to figure out the matching pieces of frame. I told him my life story, too. Rugged looking and nervous, he seemed sincerely interested.