Chapter 34: But That Wasn’t Enough“All night you’ve been in a mood,” Jackson said, pausing as he sorted out bills and paperwork on the kitchen table.
I said nothing.
“Well?” he prompted.
“I’m just tired.”
“That’s what you say when you’re mad and you don’t want to talk about it.”
“Why would I be mad?”
“Because we’re moving?”
“You got what you wanted, didn’t you?”
“I don’t want to do this if you’re going to be mad about it.”
“I’m not mad.”
“Then what are you, Wiley? We’ve only got about ten days to get this s**t sorted out. I can come back and deal with the furniture, but we’ve got a bunch of stuff we’ve got to ship—clothes, books, your writing stuff, whatever you want to take. I could use a little help here.”
I sighed a bit too heavily.
“What, Cantrell? Jesus!”
“I think I’ll go
