Chapter Seven On Saturday morning, Karen stopped at Dickinson Moving and Storage to arrange shipping. At the counter, she angled the phone so the clerk could see the picture on the tiny screen. “Sure, we can handle all that. If you want, we’ll wrap and pack it, too. The woman consulted her charts, wrote down a figure, and pushed the paper across the counter. “That should do it. We charge half to get started and the rest on delivery.” “Yikes.” For that price, she could buy seats in first class and fly it all home with her. The woman took back the paper. “You could leave behind some of the bigger pieces, like the desk and that sewing machine.” “That’s my favorite piece.” “Then really, your only other option would be to see if you could borrow a truck from a friend. Drive it back yourself.” “Let’s do the bigger items. The Singer, and the desk. A couple of the boxes.” Karen handed over her card. “How soon can you get started?” Back at Aunt Marie’s, Karen bootlegged an unsecured internet connection from a neighbor and checked her email.
