The truck came with my things from Indiana. It wasn’t a very big truck. It contained 42 boxes, unmarked. A pub table and four stools, a desk and chair, and an antique blanket chest. I had the men put the blanket chest in my room, the desk in the study, and the pub table and stools in the kitchen. The forty-two identical boxes I had them put in the dining room. There was no way to know what was in them or where they belonged at the moment.

     “It will be a bit like Christmas opening all these boxes,” I laughed.

     “You know they did it on purpose to get back at you, right?”

     “I know and they would hate that I am going to enjoy it, instead of b...

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