The rest of the year, the box sits forgotten on a shelf or under a desk. The town once used wood chips instead of paper, but the population grew, and the chips couldn’t fit into the box. Summers reaches in and stirs up the papers.
Martin and his son Baxter hold the box steady while Mr. It rests on a three-legged stool provided by Mr. The box has been used in the lottery since before the oldest resident was born it’s only the second box ever used by the village. Summers brings forth a black wooden box that contains a pile of folded slips of paper, all of them blank except one, which contains a large black circle. Graves, the postmaster, who knows all the residents’ names. Summers officiates he’s the master of ceremonies at most public events in town.
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