Sixteen
Katty stepped back and surveyed her progress. “You know, Clarence, if we could find a place to store some of these boxes—the ones we don’t need right now—it would help.”
Clarence glanced up at Katty, then scanned along the wall. “Wow. You’re almost done.” He nodded. “Yes.” He hesitated a minute. “Bet I could find out from Sheriff if something … like a storage unit is available. He monitors them—because he owns them!”
Katty hesitated. Stop reacting every time someone says sheriff or cop. “Yeah. That way this would look more like an actual office … instead of a—”
“Nursing home room?” He chuckled.
Harold pushed up from his chair. “What don’t you like about nursing home rooms? What’s wrong with them?”
Katty relaxed and giggled. “Nothing. Nothing at all. He meant a … storage room,
