Everything in its place. Crazy filing system to me, with piles everywhere, literally every horizontal surface has a stack of paper, news, magazines, mail, printed receipts, books, notes, greeting cards, coupons, notebooks, empty gift bags, and more, all in seemingly random order, only she claims to know where everything is and can tell, I’ve seen it myself, if anything has been moved. Like the will. It’s out there, somewhere in the stalagmites of paper, the caverns of printed materials, but damned if I know where to look. She’d know where it was, walk in and point to the location, reach into a pile and retract it, but she’s not here, and now the task has fallen to me. Finding a needle in a haystack would be easy compared to this.