Owen called him Mr. Caleb.
Daniel put the photograph back in the box. He put the coin on top of it. He laid the letters back over both, put the lid on the shoebox, and handed it to his son, and told him it was the best treasure box he had ever seen. Then he asked Owen to go inside and start on a bowl of cereal, and said he would be right in.
When the door closed behind the boy, Daniel Harlan sat down on the cold concrete floor of his garage with his back against the workbench, under the neat black outlines of his own tools, and put his face in his hands.
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