“It is a regulation. I should know,” Kikka said. In Leo’s khaki parka, she resembled a kitten dressed by a child.
“This must be the bed from Thingamees,” Rudie said. “I have people to move it. I don’t mind.”
“What people? Your father’s not here, not to mention your husband.”
“Snap. Like you have to broadcast it?”
“Your neighbours have eyes. They know you’re home alone. Except when you’re having visitors.”
Rudie thought of Hannah and Barth knowing she had a car, then remembered Dylan. She took the clipboard.
“The pen’s attached,” said the shorter man.
Kikka trotted down the stairs, her burgundy nails hovering above the icy railing. “Rudie, think a minute. If you sign for it and don’t have help to take it inside, the bed could get ruined out here and you’d have no recourse. Or st
