it's a likely story
“Book box? That’s not a book box. That was my mom’s poor woman's writing desk. That’s where she kept her stuff for letter writing and making grocery lists. Where did you get it?”
"On the shelf; right there."
"This doesn't make sense, Mary. Why would
my mother's writing box
be on the bookshelf?"
"What are you asking me, Ginnie?"
"I'm asking where you got the box."
"I just told you." Mary grabbed the photograph from Virginia's hand. "I was dusting. Well, I was dusting and reading. I saw this. I thought it was a book and I wanted to see it."