Glaring at me, Dad continued. "It doesn't look like anything was taken. This was either related to your job or your associations." He shot a dark look at Don "The police suggested we put together a list of acceptable guests and to give to the neighborhood security people." From the glint in his eye when he looked at Don, it was easy to see who wasn't going to be on the list. He loves lists of acceptable people. He's had one his whole life.
It was time to make the announcement I'd been putting off. "Don't worry about it. I'm moving out. The lease is signed, the deposit and rent paid, and I'm almost packed. I was going to tell you the day after Christmas."
Mom turned to me, her eyes round. "So that's what those containers are all about."
"If you think I'm paying for—" Dad began.
"I don't
