The Red Toolbox
Darkness approached. With difficulty we crammed a sofa into Mauro and Margarete’s station wagon. I handed Mauro his heavy red tool box which had been set aside on our driveway. We embraced and they left for their apartment in the next town. Barbara and I had been helping this couple who ran from unemployment and rampant inflation in Brazil. At that time our two-stall carport and driveway roofed with tarps, were crowded with donated sofas, bureaus, tables and chairs which we passed on to needy families. Our cellar was filled with household items such as dishes, pots and pans, and small appliances.