I told them not to touch anything in my room. I went back to my room and felt strangely liberated.
By evening, I still had not made a final decision. Skyler brought me some tea and said it was not fair.
She said they could not force me into the storage room. I said I had led them to believe I would give in.
Skyler hoped I would not this time. Melinda walked in without a knock.
She told Skyler to go help her father with the boxes. Melinda began measuring the wall.
I said the answer was no. Melinda froze and said it was not up for discussion.
I told her to find another solution. She asked if she should take the children’s rooms.
She said I was retired and only needed a closet. Skyler was shocked by the bluntness.
Melinda told her to go to her father. Skyler said she was staying with me because it was my room.
Phillip appeared in the doorway. Melinda said I refused to move for the sake of my junk.
She pointed to the records. I said it was not junk but my life with George.
Melinda suggested selling them because we needed the money. I said I would not sell my memories.
Melinda said she was going to get her office even if she had to take the junk to the dump. She grabbed a rare album.