“No, not
everything,” she said. “I don’t need winter coats or kitchen gadgets.”
“Okay. But,
like, summer wardrobe, jewelry, shoes, books?”
Rosalie
mentally scanned her beloved bookshelf, raked her hand over her jewelry rack, calculated her shoes wistfully. If she had to be stranded in
Ashhawk, she wanted her nice things around her. If
that made her petty or shallow, she didn’t care. She was trying to get through
each day with as few tears as possible.
“I can hire
someone to box everything up.”
“Don’t be
silly,” Tara said. “Just reimburse me for the boxes and shipping and maybe
throw in a pizza for while I work.”
Rosalie was
calmed by Tara’s easy generosity. “I’ll throw in two.”
“I’ll go get
some boxes.”
“There are
probably some decent ones by the dumpster,” Rosalie offer
