“Our new place has a dishwasher, doesn’t it?” Kelly asked.
“Yup,” Trevelyn responded distractedly. They’d been packing all morning and there was still so much to do. “Is this any good?” She held up a pair of headphones.
“Nah, only one side works. You can toss ‘em,” Kelly answered. Trevelyn dropped them in the brimming waste basket.
“Well this box is full.” Trevelyn’s mom groaned as she stood, stretching. “Don’t get old girls. It ain’t pretty.” Evelyn chuckled twisting the stiffness out of her back. “I’ll lug it on down to the car.”
“Okay mom. When you come back would you start on the bookcase?”