The guys were good at their job, but sometimes something would hit them hard which made things difficult.
Such was The Dresser.
It looked like any other dresser you’d find in a teenager’s bedroom, makeup, tissues, photos, everything all in disarray, but an order of sorts for the owner.
OK, it had knobs missing but with a bit of TLC, it could be restored and worthy of another’s possessions and signs of living.
That was it. Signs of living.