The Elephant in the House

There is an elephant in our house. It is old and heavy and black. It is only about a foot tall and it has always been in my life. Before the pachyderm resided in my house, it was in my grandparents’ house. Although it belonged to both of my grandparents, whom I adored, I have always associated it more with Granddad than with my grandmother. I don’t know why. I remember it being in their living…