Chapter 10 - STUFF AND MORE STUFF
"WHAT TO DO WITH ALL this mess!" Pita exclaimed as Phil and I trudged box after box in from outside. "You've got so, so much stuff - all dusty and dog-eared."
I grunted as I stacked another too-heavy container of books on another one, careful that I was placing this load on top of something which could support its weight. All this stuff. I had to go through it to see what was worth keeping and what had to be thrown.
Pita picked at the top items as she opened box after box to see what was in them. She wrinkled her petite nose at some of them, giving polite sneezes on occasion when a puff of fine dust shot up as the air hit another box.
Phil was more pragmatic and direct. He grabbed the boxes as I brought them in and re-stacked them into categories, plac
