Chapter 6Four movers streamed past like salmon hopping upstream, shuttling box after box from the truck, to the elevator, down the hall, and into the shiny new high-ceilinged apartment. It was just a block from the Dragons’ stadium, walkable distance to all manner of trendy and delicious places to spend a weekend evening. The interior design was understated, industrial, chic.
Ted approved. He began unboxing in the kitchen first. He caught Ryan walking by with a box marked “paintings”, and asked, “Are those yours?”
Ryan paused and c****d his head questioningly.
“Your watercolors. They were all over the walls at your mother’s,” Ted said, nonchalantly. “You should put some in the living room.”
Ryan grinned. “I wasn’t sure if you were going to be weird about decor.”
“Oh, extremely, but I
