“Well? Whaddya think?”
“It’s … nice. But honey … can’t you collect snowglobes? Or music boxes or stamps?”
“I prefer to collect that which can’t be collected: Time, history, moments.”
“Hourglasses!” she said. “You can collect hourglasses! Like the sands of an hourglass, so are the days of our lives!”
He laughed. “It’s not the object that matters, honey: It’s the action. Imagine the many souls who may have sat at this desk, penning letters to distant lovers, perhaps off fighting in the Civil War.”
“Whatever you say, honey.” She caught a glimpse of a barely perceptible faded IKEA logo and smiled.