“Kids, unpack. Grandma and I are going to talk later.”
“I can show her my shell first,” Emily said.
“You can show me another day.”
Emily frowned.
I crouched slightly to meet her eyes.
“Put all your treasures together and I’ll come see them Wednesday.”
“All of them?”
“All of them.”
That created a task important enough to send her upstairs.
Jack followed.
When they were gone, the three of us stood silently.
The absence of my furniture was noticeable but not dramatic.
The blue sofa was gone, leaving a rectangle of lighter carpet.
My sideboard had left an empty wall.
The coffee maker was gone.
Rebecca looked toward its former place.
“I bought a new one this morning.”
Her tone was not sarcastic.
Just factual.
“I’m glad.”
