Although we really didn’t have that much stuff to move, several Wilcox cousins I vaguely recognized from the Christmas party came over with their pickup trucks and SUVs to assist with transferring our things to the new house. I didn’t know if they were just trying to be helpful, or whether what they really wanted was a peek at their primus’ new digs. Whatever the reason, I was grateful for their help, because pretty much everything was taken care of by the time four o’clock rolled around. Connor shared a beer with them, then waved goodbye as they all took off, leaving us alone in the new house.
“Well,” I said.
“Well, indeed.” We were standing on the front walkway, watching as the last of the vehicles disappeared around a bend and into the trees. Connor reached out and brushed away a wisp
