"Of course. I can't park the thing by my house.
We've got to go. You told me last night to make the
arrangements as soon as possible. I did exactly what
you told me to do."
"But... what about my things?"
"You didn't pack a lot I hope?"
I looked down.
"You didn't pack at all, did you?" he asked, his
voice dripping with disappointment.
I shook my head. "Why not?"
"I don't know. I started to and then I was
worried someone would see what I had done. I didn't
think we were really going to go this soon."
"You called me. You led me to believe you had
decided. You--"
"I know. I know. Don't keep telling me that." I thought a moment.
He watched me, his face full of anticipation. He
didn't even look as if he was breathing.
"All right." I said. "I know what I want to take.
It won't take me fifteen minutes to put it all in a
suitcase."
"Do you have something like a duffel bag,
something soft so we can tie it to the moped?" "No. At least. I don't think I do."
"Then fill up a pillowcase. That's what I did.
And tie it and that'll do just fine."
"My dresses, shoes, blouses, and skirts, in a
pillowcase?"
'Hannah, we don't need all that much to start.
We'll get things as we go along. This isn't one of your
ritzy vacations. We're going to be on the road,