For the rest of the afternoon, Allison ate half the mountain of cookies for lunch since there wasn't really anything else to cook besides potatoes and bacon, and worked on unpacking her stuff. It didn't take long to get the kitchen arranged the way she wanted. After she left there, she went through and opened every curtain in the house. In her media room, she sat down in a patch of sunlight and unpacked her books.
The cookbooks would go downstairs, obviously, but everything else was arranged on the four leaning bookshelves that her uncles had made her for her fifteenth birthday. Before she'd put the books up, she'd moved the shelves around. Sebastian had had the brilliant foresight to have her glass and metal desk brought up here, somehow knowing she'd want it where her books were. She'd
