“Whatever possessed me to buy all this junk?” Brax grumbled, trying to fit one more item into the box he was packing.
“The same impulse that made you buy this?” Kyle asked, holding up the second coffee grinder he’d found in one of the cupboards.
“Toss it. It doesn’t work.”
“Then why…?”
“I was going to try to fix it, then bought a new one instead.”
Kyle shook his head in amusement as he continued emptying the cupboard.
By the end of the week, they had managed to either pack or dispose of everything. In Kyle’s case it was easier, as he’d only brought what he’d needed from his New York condo when he’d moved to the city. The rest, as he’d told Brax after his original move, had gone to shelters, or into the trash, depending. Taking a break from packing Thursday evening, Brax went to over
