It’s been a week since that night when I stayed Shane’s. The next day I went to a realtor about selling the house, and they had a sign on it the following morning.

“Carm, do you have any more boxes for the kitchen stuff?”

“Yea babe, hold on one second.”

“How come I am the only one from the group who has to help pack up your house?” Alice called from the bathroom.

“Because Al, you’re the only one who doesn’t work set hours.” Shane said coming down the hall.

“What do you mean? Dana doesn’t work solid hours, and Tina can get off whenever she wants.”

“Ok Alice, well you seemed so interested in our lives we thought you might like to help, how does that sound?” I said as I walked into the bathroom to see how Alice was coming along.

“Alice!”

“What?”

“You’ve done nothing for the last hour, just sitting there reading the old magazines that are in here.”

“Carmen, I have done stuff. Look I went through said magazines and I am chucking the ones you wouldn’t want anymore. Look at that’s the pile of ones to throw out and that’s the pile of ones to keep.”

“Al, I think she wants them all gone.” Shane said.

“Geez, fine! Just thinking of all the money you spent on these magazines and now you’re just going to throw them out.”

“Al, just get rid of them and finish packing up the bathroom. You needed another box for the kitchen?”

“Yea, do you have any more?”

“Yup, in my bed room. I’ll get one.”

Since we’ve started packing up my stuff from the house, Shane has not stepped foot inside the bedroom that was once mine and Cole’s. She opted to take the kitchen as soon as we walked in. I think it’s easier this way. Some of Cole’s stuff in still here, and I think it would just start trouble.

“Here you go.”

“Ok, this should be my last box. Then I will start packing up the living room and moving the already packed boxes out.”