“God, I haven’t been here very long, and somehow it feels like my stuff multiplied. Michele, where are you? I need more help!” she pleaded.“Denise, I’m hauling as fast as I can. Paul will be here with the van at ten sharp and wants us to be ready. Trust me, doing this twice in the matter of a week wasn’t my idea of fun either.” Now I know why people will do almost anything for their friends except help them move, she thought. Michele picked up the basket of dirty laundry Denise had left behind. “Denise, try not to move again until next year!” she yelled.“I can still hear—I’m not deaf,” she responded from the bottom of the stairs.Step by step, Michele worked her way downward to the entrance hall. “I should’ve just hired a couple of students, they’re always looking to make an extra buck. Although Paul would never have approved of that—”“Uh-oh, keep your voice down,” Denise warned.“I’m also not deaf,” Paul called out from the front door. “Here, sweetie, let me take that from you.”Paul reached out for the basket just as Michele put her foot on the last step of the stairs and fell forward, landing with a loud thud on the floor.
