McKinnell’s as soon as I am dressed,” Alice said to her mother, who was busy heating up a frying pan to brown leftover ham. “I’ll be down with Jimmy as soon as he’s eaten. Maybe Bet will have some boxes for us to pack some things, or should we send one of her boys to the grocer for a box?” “But where are we going to put everything?” Alice asked, as she brushed her hair and wound it in a tight bun. “Your da was here last night. He said there’s a shed behind the boardinghouse that is dry and we can stack some of the furniture inside.” All Alice could think of was that he would probably sell it all before they were settled somewhere else, but it mattered little if it was sold or if she had nowhere to store it. Their things would be ruined or in some other home, and not in their possession either way. But she had promised herself to try and think the best rather than the worst, and to give her da a chance, if only when talking to her ma about him. “How is he feeling?
