“I might need to borrow a suitcase from you, just to get all this home. I didn’t realize how much clothing I bought.” “They’re in the hallway closet.” Henry is halfway out the bedroom door when he stops, frowns. “Why don’t you just leave it here? There should be some room on the left side of my closet.” “Really?” “Yeah. You shouldn’t be living out of a suitcase when you’re in New York, anyway.” He regards me carefully. “Leave whatever you want. Toothbrush, razor... whatever.”
