Monday started as usual for me, or maybe a lot better than usual if I’m honest. Christopher, Henry, and I ate a simple breakfast of cereal and milk with strawberries. Christopher had to tether Henry a few times because the teen had a couple of moments of end-of-the-school-year excitement.
Henry wanted to come by the store in the afternoon. All three of us knew what he really wanted—to hang out and maybe put some IKEA furniture together. Christopher quashed the idea because Abe had told him his crew would be taking everything out of the second floor of the house. Christopher and Henry needed to be on hand to move their belongings to my place. What little furniture they owned would be stored in the farm’s outbuilding.
I parked behind the store as usual and walked in through the storage are
