Veronica
“At what point did you get all of this stuff?” my mother asked as she helped carry one of the boxes inside.
“I’ve always had so much stuff,” I argued as I followed her, carrying a box. “I may also be an emotional spender,”
“Really? You don’t say,” came her response. “Here you go,” she then said, and I glanced over the top of the box to see my mother dump the box into Callum’s hands. “I’m too old to be doing all of this heavy lifting,”
“I told you to just relax outside,” I said.
“And miss out on the opportunity to complain? Nah, it was worth it,” she said, and we laughed.
“Although it does seem as if Conrad dodged a bullet,” Cal remarked, and I shot him a look. Or at least, I hoped he could see me. I couldn’t see very well over the top of the box, so I set it down.
“Conrad
