Mostly to the memories they’d make.
“Then let’s get to it.” Alvin started for the truck. “At least so we can have a place to dine and sleep. The rest can be dealt with later.”
The next few hours passed in the grueling task of shuffling boxes and pieces of furniture into the house. Milo let Alvin direct things, knowing how his beloved liked to stay organized and his career as an interior designer was taking off. Once they’d known the house was theirs, the keys dropped into their hands by the realtor, they’d wandered the empty rooms, designating each place an identity, a purpose, and so the boxes were moved into the respective rooms. From the vast collection of books into a spare bedroom meant to serve as the library, to the dishes into the kitchen.
Milo was in the process of moving thing
