The afternoon was spent taking everything upstairs—Jeff’s bed, the dressers, and the extra furniture. His two armchairs ended up in their bedrooms instead of being stored. They finished unpacking their clothes, then decided to call it a day. Or they would have if they hadn’t realized they needed to empty the boxes of dishes, pots and pans, and small appliances if they wanted to make supper.
“This is never ending,” Jeff grumbled as he found a place for the coffee maker and the microwave. “Damn it, where the hell did I put my blender? I thought it was in the same box as the rest of my appliances.”
“You’re asking me?” Spence said as he finished putting their collection of glasses and cups into one of the cupboards.
“Yeah. I know.” Jeff opened three more boxes from his apartment but didn’t find it. “I know I packed it.”
“It’ll turn up. You probably ran out of room and stashed it in with your sheets, or something,” Spence told him, patting his shoulder.