Chapter 18
WE CLOSED THE door behind them, looked at each other, and I said, “What the f**k do we do now?”
“Handle it, of course.”
“Are you sure? We’re taking on a huge responsibility.”
“Of course I’m sure, and so are you. This is a no-brainer. Let’s carry some of those boxes downstairs right now.”
Half an hour later, there was a stack of boxes temporarily placed on the back porch, and the room and its closet were bare. We stood, surveying the room.
“I think it’ll do,” I said.
“Yeah, but we need to go to Walmart.”
“Now? Why?”
“Because it’s the only place you can buy paint and stuff at this hour.”
“You’re saying we should paint the room?”
“Why not? We’re both too wired to sleep.”
“We’ve had several glasses of wine. Should we be driving?”
“Same answer. The adrenaline is burning
