Collection Day

After he broke into the house, he stood in the living room with a puzzled look on his face. Everything was exactly the way it was a month ago, the last time he’d been there. The same cat figurines on the mantel, the mismatched lampshades, the cinderblock and plywood coffee table, even the velvet Elvis painting they picked out together at the Good Will store. At the time, it was a joke, but it was all they could afford in the way of decorations.