I wanted them to have not the slightest warning, right up until the keypad glowed red.

The furniture I left behind was not generosity.

It was a stage set, dressed and lit, for a scene I intended them to walk into with no idea it had already ended.

But the piano I want to say one more word about, because of everything I moved that week, it was the thing that mattered most, and the difference between it and the furniture I left tells you what the whole choice was really about.

The sofas and the dining table and the guest-room set were expensive, and they were mine, and I could have taken them and sold them and been richer for it.