He disassembled his stereo system. Any detachable cord was placed in the box half
filled with CDs.
He once thought of switching to vinyl records. He had always liked the idea of
getting a record, watching it spin as it played music. Now he was thankful he
hadn't. He'd rather move three boxes of CDs than hundreds of records.
His father had let him borrow his truck for the day so he could move all of his
stuff in one trip. He took the speakers down one at a time. They were only about
three feet tall but were heavier than they appeared.
After the second speaker was loaded, William checked on Casey in the bedroom. She
already had one bag fully packed. She had the bottom three drawers packed with only
the sock drawer remaining. Before taking the socks out, she grabbed the hoodies and
flannel shirts from the closet, took them off the hangers and placed them in the
trash bag.
“I'll leave your dress shirts on the hanger,” she told him. “No sense in getting
them all wrinkled.”
“I probably won't wear them until at least Thanksgiving,” William responded. “So it
probably won't matter.”
“But next weekend we are having that fancy dinner party,” Casey teased. “You can't
eat caviar wearing a flannel. It would cause such an uproar.”
William laughed. “But I've never caused an uproar before. Let them say what they
will.”
“I can't have my boyfriend causing an uproar,” Casey protested with a smile. “Your
dress shirts will need to stay on hangers.”
She pulled one off the rod and inspected it.
“Oh,” Casey said. She flipped to check the back of the shirt. “These are already