All Maria had to do was get them to a UPS shipping office. “By the time you drive clear across town, I think it will be too late,” Becky said. “Why don’t you just leave them here and come back tomorrow? It will surely have quit raining, and it will be easier to load and unload them then.” Maria swept her hair behind her ear, then moved her head from side to side, easing the crick in her neck. The packing had been more exhausting than she’d imagined, mostly because she’d gone over each object a second time, as if discovering it all over again. “You sure? It will mean one more night with a mess in your living room,” she said. Becky grinned. “So? It’s not like I’ve got a social life anymore. I’m going to bed soon, and I’ll be up and at work before the sun comes up. It can’t possibly be in my way.” “Okay. You talked me into it,” Maria said, then glanced out the window.
