please.â
Hearing patience, impatience, a note of chiding, and a lot of love in those two words, I was on firm ground again. Nunna and Mrs. Kennedy would just have to get used to the idea. Janeece would be disappointedâshe enjoyed playing roommatesâbut sheâd understand.
âWill you need any help?â he asked. âIâd come by, but this looks to be a late night. How much stuff do you have left to bring?â
I hadnât thought that far. There was no way Iâd be able to carry all my clothes in one trip, but there really was no hurry. It wasnât as if I was being kicked out of here, eviction notice in hand and marshals on my tail. Besides, I would need a farewell session with Janeece, which would involve sharing a few tears and a bottle of white Zinfandel.
âThanks, hon, I can handle it. Iâll bring all I can take down to the car in one trip tonight. Someoneâs bound to see me loading it, so I donât dare leave it to come back up for more or itâll be gone and Iâll be replacing a window, if not the whole car. Thereâs always tomorrow for the rest of my stuff.â
âSmart move. Okay, Scarlett OâHara.â I could hear the smile in his voice. âHey, speaking of tomorrow, maybe you can do me a favor. Can you hang around until ten to let the cleaning lady in? She left her keys the last time she was there.â
I had yet to adjust to the idea of a cleaning lady.
âIt occurs to me,â I said, approaching the subject warily, âwe wonât need her any longer. Iâll be there to do the cleaning.â
âHmm. Are you sure about that? Neither one of us will be around much. And when weâre home, I donât know about you, but housecleaning will be the last thing on my mind.â
âWe can talk about it later,â I said, opting not to push for the moment. âBut we should at least warn her so it wonât come as a surprise.â
âWe nothing. You warn herâif you can.â
I wondered what that meant. âBe glad to,â I said, and hoped I wouldnât regret it. âWell, Iâd better go. My supply of boxes is down in Janeeceâs storage area, so Iâd better get to it.â
âGreat. Iâll stop and get some curry chicken from Honanâs, so if Iâm super-late, nibble on something until I get there. Gotta go. Iâll see you at home.â
At home. I hung up, feeling grounded and in control of my own fate for the first time in days. That is, until I realized just how much was involved in this spur-of-the-moment move. All the furnishings from my former apartment were already in his, waiting patiently for me to join them. The only things left to go were winter clothes. But for someone who claimed to have little interest in what I wore, Iâd managed to keep enough of them to fill Janeeceâs hall closet. Whether Iâd have as many boxes as Iâd need was open to question.
I emptied the closet, piled the clothes onto the end of the day bed in the den, the rest on the futon in the living room, and began sorting through them leisurely. If Duck was going to be late getting home, there was no point in hurrying. I considered stopping long enough to make coffee, decided against it. Iâd had coffee at lunch, so strong I could still taste it.
I would need a separate box for shoes, one for underwear and jammies. Then there was all the miscellaneous stuff from the bathroom. Seven boxes minimum. No, eight. My bathrobe, so plush it made me resemble a big, fat Easter bunny, would require its own carton.
Then there were the two packages Neva had signed for. I was tempted to open them but shoved temptation aside. It would be more fun to do it when Duck and I were together. I wondered whoâd sent them. Weâd assured everyone that we already had everything we needed and would not expect gifts. Janeece had suggested we let folks know weâd welcome