Pamela pushed her oversized designer sunglasses up her nose.

She always wore them indoors when she felt like pretending to be a celebrity hiding from cameras.

“What are you doing with her clothes?

Are those going to charity?” I asked.

Pamela didn’t look at me.

She picked up a tagging gun from the coffee table.

“We’re putting together a very exclusive estate sale for Saturdayyy,” Pamela said, drawing out the last word.

“Vintage knits are very valuable right nowww.”