“I hope so,” Zach replied. “My wife inherited a houseful of furniture from her grandmother. It’s, well to be honest, not at all our style, but it is valuable according to an antiques’ appraiser. Personally, I’d like to sell it but she—” he smiled ruefully at the man, “—said she’d kill me if I tried.”
“It was my grandmother’s,” Hayley said. “It’s been in our family forever. I won’t see it sold to some stranger who doesn’t appreciate what they’re buying.”
“I know, sweetheart.” He gave her a hug. “Anyway, what we need is a unit, or perhaps two, that are large enough to hold everything.”
“I’m certain we can accommodate you.” The man tapped a few keys and then turned the monitor so that Zach could see it. “I would suggest something in the ten by twenty to ten by thirty range. Because people
