Thirty-Four
After Fletch left, Noell puttered around the house. She picked through a box; there were so many and she was always overwhelmed. Would anyone want this pretty little jewelry box? She didn’t.
Another box. What about that box of notecards? Again, pretty, but she didn’t want them. She never wrote notes to people. She didn’t have anyone to write notes to.
Where was the trash bag she’d had out yesterday?
She kicked away a half-full box, picked up the box that had been underneath and parted a stack. No trash bag. Even if there was one started it was definitely easier to just go get a new one.
In the kitchen she got distracted by all the cookbooks lining the walls. One stack was from the floor to literally the ceiling. She shook her head. How on earth had Gamma done that? Must ha
