As soon as I shut the front door, I jet upstairs to my room and open my closet door. I think I may have some construction paper, old coloring books with crates of crayons, markers, and colored pencils I can give to John Luke. It will give us something to do together.
I scan the shelf above my clothes, pull down the items I plan to take with me tomorrow, and place them on my bed. Then I grab my tote and neatly pile everything inside. There... that ought to keep us busy tomorrow.
The rest of the evening, I sit alone at the house watching television until Momma comes strolling in around dinner time, "Well, what have you been up to?" I ask curiously as she peeks her head around the entry.
"Oh, nothing, just out shopping," she replies casually as she slips off her flats, placing them on th
