“Ah. Is that what you wanted me here for?” Eva said. “Is that what you wanted to give me? Boxes?” She turned to Isabel. “Did you want to send me off with boxes?” “No,” she started, but Eva would not let her answer, added a fast: “Packed it all away. Very neat, very efficient. Can’t imagine you wanted all of that lying around, now knowing who it belonged to, knowing—” “That’s not true,” Isabel said. Eva
