The lion’s share of organising everything fell on Sara. Graeme was backwards and forwards between home and away, thanks to some investigation or other that was close at hand, but helped with packing as much as he could. The couple worked side by side, grabbing items, wrapping them in newspaper or bubble wrap, then boxing them. Every now and again the grating, ripping sound of parcel tape being extended rent the air. Fast, efficient, focused, the pair made a good team, while Adam worked alone nearby. “If I never hear this sound again it will be a day too soon,” laughed Sara, tearing off some tape and smoothing it down to make sure it was stuck firmly. “Umm, look, love, I’ve been thinking. I think all of our stuff should go into storage rather than us trying to make it go into the house. I know your mum’s house is big and could absorb it all, but you’re not going to want to make changes to the place. We’ll keep it just the way it is, just the way Ada liked it.”
