“Yeah. Why?” Brian looked at the open box on the table, then at Cooper, who was staring up at it like it might open itself again. “Because my dog dug up a tape from the back yard…” Another pause. “What?”
“Can you bring it over?” Nate arrived twenty minutes later with a beat-up portable player and the kind of expression people wore when they expected a prank. That expression disappeared the second Brian showed him the box.