My Family Reported Five Million Dollars Stolen Before They Ever Checked My Leather Case
You’ve got company.” She nodded toward the van and Olivia on my porch with a box on her hip.
“That’s a moving van.”
“Yes, it is.”
“Clara, are you selling the furniture?”
“Just getting the house in order.”
She wrote something down.
The pen scratched across the paper.
“In order,” she said, testing the words.