“It looks like you cleaned out the mall,” Cam observed as she gave Michael a kiss.
“Michael is the one who bought stuff for you!” Maggie said, indicating her two bags.
“Oui. Maggie went through your closets last night. Mr. Dickie said we had to get your possessions out of there before they seized all of Ms. Hernandez’s property. When did you start wearing such girly clothes?”
“Did you get my chair?” was the first thing Cam thought of.
“That monstrosity that was in your old apartment? Sweetie, that’s seen better days. If you want a chair like that, we can get you a brand-new one.” Maggie shook her head.
“Really? That’s always been my favorite chair.”
Maggie looked at Michael. “I told you. I said she’d want it. And see? She never asked about the Jag.”
“Was that impounded, too?” Cam asked.
Maggie nodded.
“Cheri.” Michael turned to Cam. “We can get better furniture for you. I promise. And a better car.”
“Yes,” added Pauly. “And I refuse to lug that old thing one more step.”