<blockquote>When she is fifteen, Georgia collects stamps; when she is eight, Georgia collects her brother’s Hot Wheels cars, hides them in her bottom dresser drawer and packs them with bubble wrap so they won’t rattle. She lies when her father asks if she’s seen them, and little Randall wails and wails, five years old and so impatient. She gives them back to him later, one by one, hides them places only he would look—it’s worth it for the look on his face, like he’s stumbled on something magical, and, of course, she plays with them until they’re returned.</blockquote>
