Five
The pile of cardboard delivery boxes was even worse than I remembered it being, and a thread of embarrassment courses through me.
"Wow. You weren't joking when you said there were a lot of them," Derek muttered. "No wonder you were annoyed with me."
"Quite."
"Where do we even start?" he asked.
"And now you're beginning to see where my problem has been," I responded darkly. "The small ones first. That way, we can clear some of the way to the big ones." Even as I said it, the idea seemed foolish. It was only going to create more mess if we opened the boxes.
"Do you have a recycling bin?"
"Of course. The City Council insist we use it." The blue thing was a monstrosity that ruined the visage of the beautiful old mansion, but I understood the necessity of it. Though with all the gif
