She nodded and went back to the bag.

She put her folded shirts in the bottom drawer of the dresser I had cleared out.

“Is this all mine?” she asked.

“That drawer and the top one.”

She put the rabbit on top of the dresser, then changed her mind and carried him back to the armchair.

“He can see the door from here,” she said.

“He can.”

In the kitchen I filled the pot with water and set it on the burner.