“You sure you packed everything?” I ask, stepping out of the car and holding my hand out to help Tara as she follows. “I think so,” she singsongs, completely ignoring my gesture, “but Drago will drop off anything I may have left behind.” “I was being sarcastic, Tara. What the hell do you have in those things?” “Books. Clothes. Books. My favorite recliner. Bookshelves. More books.”
