“It’s nineteen degrees outside,” I said.

Julian looked past my shoulder at the windowpane.

“It’s dry space, Eleanor.

That’s what counts.”

Harper opened the pantry door and took out a stack of paper napkins.

“We need the big closet for Julian’s suit racks.

You’ve still got five months left on your pregnancy, so you have plenty of time to get organized.”

“I’m not moving my bed out into the yard,” I said.