THEIR mother had always hidden things around the house for safekeeping, but usually forgot where. At the reading of her will, Brendan and Monica—long estranged, much to their mother’s distress—became aware of a chest of cash which, due to her mistrust of banks, their mother claimed to have buried in the yard. Somewhere. So, on random (though always moonless) nights, Brendan and Monica met at their old family home and, putting aside their differences, dug for treasure, hoping the new occupants wouldn’t be awakened by the sounds of their shovel strikes and growing bonhomie.