“You’re magnificent,” Jeremy managed. He lay once more in the sea, or forest, of boxes that was their living room.
“Me? Why?” Taz, finally worn down, lay in another aisle among the cardboard…towers? Maybe they were towers. Only their feet touched from where they’d each collapsed.
“You had the energy to order dinner delivery. I don’t think I could have done that,” he told her. “I love that about you.”
“Well, guess what, Jeremy, that means that you get to answer the door.”
“When?”
The doorbell rang.
“Oh. You’re spooky, Taz. You know that, right?”
“I do.”
He managed to attain a standing position, leaned on a box for support, and almost fell into it. It was the oversized one—open and empty—that their field packs had been in.
Taz lay on the carpet, her eyes closed, and smiled at her tr
