I asked. Boxes were everywhere and although the furniture was sitting where Marley thought it belonged it was looking bedraggled and haphazard. Marley had declared it all needed vacuuming and polishing. The kitchen counters were still covered with silver to polish. “Of course we will,” Marley said. “You just get on your dancing shoes and move.” “I’ll get some real good music for you, that’s what we need, some good music for dancing. It’ll help us work too,” Ziggy said and hurried away. Marley watched him hustle out the door and asked, “Does he take everything literally?” “Pretty much. Just don’t say ‘Break a move,’ or he’ll be looking for something to destroy.” “I love that man,” Marley said, diving into a box. On her knees, she stopped digging through paper and looked back at me. “And I love this place, love Independence.” “Girl, you are crazier than I ever knew.
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