Chapter 11

Because the boxes take up most of the space in the living room, we lay the rolled-up mattress on the floor beneath the kitchen bar, then lean the furniture boxes up against the opposite wall. By now it’s getting late; I have to get the truck back soon or pay for another day, and Lara’s moved from texting Rob to calling him. His phone rings as I’m locking up, so he hurries down the stairs to answer.

Kyle lingers at the door with me. “You might want to give maintenance a call anyway,” he says as I jiggle the handle. “They don’t come out after dark unless it’s a real emergency.”

“I’d think no air on a day like this would count, wouldn’t you?” I ask.