While two muscular men dismantled the bedroom set and carried it out, I
prepared dinner. I had no idea how or where we were going to eat it,
but I decided not to face that problem until it came.
It came soon enough. The moving van had gone, taking with it all hope
for the next month's nocturnal comfort, and the potatoes were done. The
pork chops were brown and sizzling, and the peas were steaming.