“Only the six high-backed chairs by the radiator go on the truck.”

The man nodded and went back up the porch steps, his heavy shoes echoing through the empty entry.

Daniel looked at the open truck bed, where my books, lamps, and framed prints were already strapped down under heavy moving blankets.

“You planned this whole move before we ever went to Frank’s office,” Daniel said.

“I booked the movers yesterday morning,” I said.

“I didn’t see any reason to put off what was already decided.”