He was
uneasy about this, but he didn't know what else to do. He had a plastic
filing box where he kept his income tax information returns. He slid
the envelope into the folder for the oldest year, closed the box, and
put it in a corner of the closet.
"I'm home, Handsome!" Oliver trotted downstairs and took a load of
clothes from Jennifer.
"I'll put them on the couch for now," he said. "I'll make some shelves
or something. How did it go?"
"Fantastic. Rupert was just leaving when I got there. I told him I was
moving out and he hardly changed expression. I told him I'd have my
stuff out by tomorrow night."
"You don't fool around."
"Only with you." Jennifer hugged him and stepped away. "More in the
car," she said happily. They made several trips. "This is most of it.
The summer clothes are put away; I'll get them tomorrow. And the sheets
and towels I bought--I'm damned if Rupert's going to get those."
"Right," Oliver said. "You should park where the Jeep is, behind the
house. The next time I go out, I'll park on the street when I come
back. There's only one space with the apartment."
"Oh, I'm driving you out."
"No problem. When you get to nine months, you shouldn't be looking
around for parking.
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