Damon sat on Lisa’s bed watching her dump a pile of receipts into a black trash bag.
“Why do you have so many receipts?” he asked.
“I don’t even know. I just collected them over the years. You know how you buy something and just shove the receipt into your wallet with the change.”
“Yeah, and if you don’t need them for your taxes you throw them away when you get home.”
“Or you put them in your desk drawer because for some reason that seems easier at the time.” Lisa tied the bag closed.
The room was disorganized. Clothing, paper, and books lay strewn across the floor. No flat surface in the room was bare. Damon wondered if she’d get all of it sorted out in time for her to leave. “I see why you can’t go to Miami with me,” he said, looking around at the mess. “It would take me forever to get a handle on all of this.”
“Don’t be so encouraging.” Lisa pulled a drawer out of her dresser and set it on the floor. She sat down in front of it on the beige carpet. “I’m not normally this messy. Usually, everything is tucked away in drawers out of sight.”
“That’s hard to believe.” Damon couldn’t believe the amount of stuff in the room, but he couldn’t judge. Since getting his house he’d collected more odds and ends than any one person needed.
“Well, it’s true.” Lisa snorted.
Damon slid off the bed and joined her on the floor. Stacks of old photos filled the drawer. She pulled one out and handed it to him. He looked at it and saw a skinny little girl with the pointy chin. Two shoulder-length pigtails sprouted from her head. “How old were you in this picture?” he asked. [Read more…]