Somehow, everything was moved from the house to my shiny, new apartment with nothing broken. I paid the maintenance men and thanked them profusely. To Don, I offered a rain-check dinner. Kevin accepted only my thanks and agreed his wife needed flowers.
I was trying to decide where to set up my computer when my cell phone rang. I'd tossed it on the counter somewhere on the other side of the muddled, overwhelming room. By the time I'd climbed over dozens of boxes and bags to get to it, I'd made the decision to never move again.
Mack chuckled at my "What!" opening. He was making reservations at the Current Hill Restaurant in Springdale and told me to meet him there at six o'clock instead of seven. It was the only opening they had.
I said I would, a bit more breathlessly than I meant to. So
