“Register two.

It’s slow.” A chime went off behind her, and a customer asked about a return.

Rachel had the car tucked on the side street where we could see my driveway but not the house itself.

The moving truck sat with its back doors open.

Nobody was carrying anything.

A man across the street came out for his mail in a bathrobe and stood there reading it and watching the truck.

“Mom, he sent me a picture of his car.