"
"There's my cross country skis and my bike . . ."
"We can put those in the basement. I have a storage area down there."
"It's so cozy here." Jennifer was glowing.
"I bought some chamomile tea."
"Oliver, you're the perfect man--_my_ perfect man--my PM, my Prime
Minister."
"Does that mean you want some?"
"It would be wonderful."
Oliver made tea, thinking that Jennifer had a lot of stuff. Shelves
were a necessity. There were two bare walls upstairs. He could buy pine
and use the two pieces of walnut for the top shelves. Maybe not. Save
the walnut for something else.
"Oh God, the books!" Jennifer said.
"Huh?"
"I have a lot of books."
"More shelves," Oliver said. "I'll help you with the books."
"We'll need boxes."
"I'll get some tomorrow at the U-Haul place."
"Rupert will be gone after nine."
"I don't care," Oliver said.
"It just makes things smoother," she said.
By late afternoon the next day, they had carried the last load into the
apartment. The living room was full of boxes. They sat at the kitchen
table and made plans. Jennifer was going to work in the morning, the
day before Thanksgiving. Oliver was going to make shelves and then move
his tools down to the basement.
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