“I can’t thank you enough.” Rob rubbed his elbow.
This was the eighth time he’d thanked me.
James, Danny, Gracie, and Arthur had just finished moving Thomas’s crib and Hallie’s little bed into the spare rooms at my old house. To be expedient, I’d opted just to leave most of my furniture there. I’d only owned it six months. I had no sentimental attachment, except maybe to the recliner. And the bed. This way, we could leave all the old furniture in James’s house.
Anthony had already found a young woman who’d been homeless for about six months. She was ready for a fresh start, and James’s house, along with social services and community outreach support, meant she was in good hands.
That left Rob and the kids moving into my old place since James and I decamped yesterday. The mansion in Mar
