His older sister had a room across the hall from him, but he said she rarely ever visited. Still, I didn’t want to take her room. Linc assured me that I wouldn’t be spending much time in any room other than his, and I giggled at the thought. I unpacked a few things—mainly the toiletries I took from my daddy’s place. He was always good about keeping extra stuff for me to take back to school, so I was able to replenish my soap, shampoo, toothbrush, and toothpaste. What little makeup I wore I would have to replace, but I wasn’t worried about it. After I unpacked, we had lunch. Linc suggested that we go out for dinner, but I told him I would rather not. I had eaten out in New Orleans so much that I was ready for a home-cooked meal, even if I had to cook it myself. “There’s a party tonight, Friday night, and Saturday night,” he said as he watched me shove my socks into the top drawer of the light maple chest.
