The ProdigalFifty six
BEFORE WE GOT STARTED on the task of packing Sunday morning, we had to take care of Melody’s cramps. Her period was a day away and would make her useless for carrying things around. The cure seemed to work for several hours, and we could get work done between treatments in the tub. She made packing boxes a little more enjoyable. Our cars were parked in the drive and on the street to make room for boxes in the garage. Each box was labeled with what room it would be moved to in the new house....