WHEN U FINISHED today? Liz texted Jasper from the basement. Moving a million pounds of junk from parents house to storage locker, can’t wait to see you!
At sports mall til 7ish, Jasper texted back. Still on for dinner w/ Jane and your friend?
She hadn’t formally canceled with Charlotte, Liz realized, though doing so didn’t seem necessary.
Just us & Jane now, she texted. Lets meet 21c lobby 7:45.
Less than half an hour later, when she heard her name being called from the kitchen, there were a few seconds when she thought Jasper had ignored her prohibitions about visiting the Tudor and come to rescue her, and she was touched. “Down here!” she called back, though even by then, she knew it wasn’t him.
“There’s a rumor going around that you could use some help,” Ham said as he entered the room.
“Really?” she said. “Wow. Thanks.”
He shrugged. “Slow day at the office. What’s our strategy here?”
Though Mary had accompanied Liz to pick up the rental truck and trailer, Liz had otherwise been feeling like the little red hen in the fable, planting and harvesting the wheat while the animals around her played. Now, at last, she had an ally, and if she weren’t so sweaty, she’d have hugged him.
“The storage locker is about ten minutes away,” she said. “If you’re really game, we could make the first trip now.”
This was what they did; up the steep, unfinished basement stairs, through the kitchen, and into the driveway, they carried suitcases and end tables and boxes full of decades-old files to the truck. “You don’t want to just dump this?” Ham asked about a stack of faded Easter baskets, fake grass still nestled inside them, when they’d made the first drop-off and were loading the trailer for the second time.
“I know it seems crazy, but if my mom asks if I got rid of anything, I want to be able to say no,” Liz said. “I mean, I have gotten rid of stuff since I’ve been home, but it was before today.”
“You sure you never got a law degree?” Ham said. They climbed into the trailer to stow the latest deposits, and as he hopped out, Ham said, “Random question: Do you think your parents are Republicans?”
“My dad, yes, with maybe a libertarian streak. My mom has the views of a Republican, but I’m not sure she votes. Why?”
“That was the impression I got from Lydia, but I was just wondering. You think your parents have any gay friends?”
“As Lydia may have mentioned, there’s speculation that they might have a gay daughter.”
“Lydia did share that theory.” They had reached the basement again.
“Is your family conservative?” Liz asked.
“Very. My mom moved to Florida after my dad died, to a retirement community I’m pretty sure is a Tea Party training camp. Unfortunately, she and I aren’t close.”
“You’re not conservative?”
“I’d call myself a centrist.”
“I think of CrossFit being conservative—is that wrong?”
“No, it’s right, although I’d say my box has a different vibe than some.”
“And you were in the military?”
“Yeah, the army. I spent some time in Korea and did a tour in Afghanistan.”
“Wow,” Mary said. “I can see the floor in here.” Liz hadn’t realized her sister was in the vicinity and hoped Mary hadn’t heard the recent comment about her.
“Want to give us a hand?” Liz gestured toward a brown corduroy beanbag chair with a split seam through which small bits of polystyrene were spilling.
“I’m sorry,” Ham said, “but that’s definitely garbage. Seriously, Liz.”
“Of course it’s garbage,” Mary said. “Did Liz tell you it’s not?”
“I don’t want Mom to get pissed at me for throwing things out,” Liz said.
“Then I’ll do it,” Mary said. “Where’s the trash pile?”
“It’s your lucky day,” Liz said. “You get the privilege of starting it.”