16
Sam
“I think that’s everything,” Claire said from the bedroom.
I set down the carving knife on the table. I’d been whittling a piece of wood all week. It still looked indistinct to the casual observer, but I knew it was being shaped into a small, bushy owl. It just took time to get there.
“You’re finished packing?” I asked.
“Yeah.” She tipped her suitcase up onto its wheels and rolled it into the living room. “Nothing like waiting until the last minute, huh?”
“You have everything in that one suitcase?”
This from the same girl who couldn’t go to visit her parents without a giant suitcase filled with shoes.
She shrugged. “I figure I’ll mostly be wearing work clothes. And the director said that we’ll do laundry while we’re there, so we don’t need as much as if we were on vacation.”
