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The next day, after taking Elona to school, Amira stopped by the U-Haul office. She bought as many boxes as could fit in her SUV, four rolls of boxing tape, and a black Sharpie. When she arrived at her apartment building, instead of her usual reserved spot in the garage, she parked at the curb by the front entrance. She got out and walked to the front door. The doorman on duty, Frank, stood at his usual position. She liked him. He was about fifty, always polite, and looked to be in reasonable shape, so she didn’t mind asking him to help with the groceries from time to time. He opened the door for her as she approached.

“Good morning, Mrs. Shinwell.”

“Hi, Frank. I’ve a favor to ask you. I’ve a bunch of empty boxes in the back of my car. Do you think you could get a cart and bring them up to my apartment for me?”

“Of course, Mrs. Shinwell. David can tend to the front door while I do that.”

“Here’s the key to the car so you can get the back open.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

The solitary elevator ride felt odd. The same carpet on the floor, new, installed earlier in the year, same wood veneer paneling on all the walls except the one with the door. Same button panel, yet things felt different.

She opened the door to a quiet apartment. Dirty dishes sat in the sink and on the table. She packed a suitcase with clothes and toiletries for herself and Elona. As she finished, the front doorbell rang. She opened the door to find a solemn Frank standing with a cart full of her collapsed boxes.

“Are you and Mr. Shinwell moving, ma’am?”

“No, Frank, only me.”

“That is too bad, Mrs. Shinwell. You’re one of my favorite people in the building.”

“Thank you, Frank. And you have always been one of mine.” Amira handed him a ten-dollar bill. He handed her the keys to the car.

“I’ve told you before that you don’t need to tip me.”

“And I’ve told you I want to.”

“Let me know if you need anything else,” he said.

Amira ran out of boxes and made another trip to the U-Haul office to buy more. Frank again helped move them from the car to the apartment. As soon as the packing was finished, it was time to get Elona from school. She left the packed boxes stacked against a wall in each room, got the suitcase, and left before Ethan returned from work.

After Amira picked Elona up from school, they made a trip to the mall for a new pair of shoes. She took Elona to the food court for an ice cream.

“How’s the Rocky Road?” Amira asked as she sat across the table watching the wild-haired child concentrate on the tasty task at hand.

“It’s so good. But you never let me have Rocky Road before. Why?”

“It’s because of the marshmallows.”

“But they are the BEST part! Why?”

“It isn’t important. Just know, that from now on, when you are with me you can get Rocky Road any time you want.”

“And when Daddy is with us?”

“You don’t miss much, do you? No, I don’t think your father will let you have Rocky Road.”

“Okay,” Elona said quickly between licks to keep the ice cream off the cone. She didn’t like the cone to get soggy before she ate it. “Aren’t you having any, Mommy?”

“No, I’m not hungry.” Amira took a deep breath. “There’s something I want to talk about with you. It’s important.”

“What?” Elona asked between licks.

“It’s about me and Daddy. We’re having problems.”

“I heard you guys yelling again last night.”

Amira cringed. “Well, Daddy and I are having a lot of arguments, and… well… I think it is best if you and I live somewhere else.”

Elona stopped eating her ice cream. “Where?”

“In our own apartment, near Daddy, but not the same one.”

“In the same building?”

“No.”

“Are you and Daddy getting a divorce?”

“Where did you learn that word?”

“From school. Alex’s parents are divorced and so are Cindy’s. That means that the mommy and daddy don’t live together any more, right?”

“Yes, that’s what that means, and yes, I believe Daddy and I are going to get divorced. But you’ll have your own room with the same things you have now.”

“What about Daddy?”

“We won’t be far from him and you can see him all the time.”

“You promise?”

“Yes, I do. You’ll have a room with him too, for when you are with him.”

“And you promise I’ll still have all my stuffed animals?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Wait till I tell Alex!” Elona smiled and licked the ice cream off the cone.

Amira was chopping vegetables next to her mother in the kitchen when her cell phone, lying on the counter, chimed. She saw Ethan’s number on the display.

“Hello,” Amira answered.

“What do you think you are doing?”

“I’m getting mine and Elona’s things ready to move,” Amira answered, keeping her voice low so Elona, watching TV in the other room, couldn’t hear. She glanced at her mother, who continued to chop carrots, her back turned. Obviously listening.

“You have no job, you aren’t going to be able to pay rent or put food on the table. Where do you think you are moving?”

“I found an apartment. You may have changed the password to the online bank account, but I am on the account. You don’t need a password if you withdraw in person. I took half the money from the checking and saving accounts. That will do until I find work.” Silence from the other end of the phone. “Hello?”

“This childish tantrum you’re throwing is hurting your daughter and your family. God has ordained the husband with total authority. I will not give you a divorce! You’ll be back here, you’ll see.”

“No, I won’t,” Amira answered, but Ethan had already hung up.

Amira rolled out of bed before the alarm clock the next day. She waited outside Ethan’s building in the crisp air as Boston started its workday, drinking coffee until the moving truck with three muscular men arrived. Amira rode with them and their dollies on the service elevator to the apartment. In less than two hours the furniture from Elona’s room, the guest room, a couch and the television from the living room were moved from their places to the back of the moving van and covered with blankets. The boxes were next, which took less than thirty minutes.

When they arrived at the new apartment, the boxes were removed from the truck first and placed at one end of the living room. They occupied a quarter of the floor space, even though they were stacked three high. Amira directed the placement of each piece of furniture, including setting up a bed in each bedroom. It took half of the time to unload as it did to load. By lunchtime Amira stood alone in her very first apartment.

She estimated she had five hours before her mother showed up with Elona. She sorted through the boxes stacked in the living room and moved out the boxes marked “Elona’s Room” and “Elona’s Bath.” She wanted Elona’s space to be totally prepared when she arrived. In two hours, the bed was made, the clothes hung in the closet, and her toys and books placed just like they had been at the old apartment.

While she was in the kitchen sorting through the boxes labeled “Kitchen Stuff,” the doorbell rang. She opened the door to see her father standing behind her mother, who was holding Elona by the hand. Elona, her hair tamed by a ponytail, gave a nervous smile. She stood in her favorite purple dress and shoes, unconcerned that it clashed dramatically with her green coat.

“Mommy!” Elona came to Amira.

“There’s my baby.”

She gave Elona a long hug and removed her jacket. Sharon stepped in and also gave Amira a hug. Amira could feel her mother’s eyes moving around the apartment.

“She was dead set on the purple dress,” Sharon said.

“I know, the coat for it was in a box here.” Amira noticed her father carrying a pizza box. “Oh, Daddy, thank you so much. I’m starving.” Amira took a long sniff over the box. “Cheese pizza, perfect!”

She gave her father a hug too. Turning to her daughter, she saw Elona studying the large stack of boxes in the living room. “Would you like to see your room?”

Elona nodded. Amira took her by the hand down the short hallway to the doorway on the right. Elona went into the room first. The lamps on each side of the bed were on and they gave the room a warm glow. Elona walked around, not saying anything, studying the room’s contents. Amira opened the door leading to the bathroom.

“You even have your very own bathroom.”

Elona looked through the doorway to see her toys already in the tub. She smiled and looked up at Amira.

“I like it.”

Amira bent over and placed her hands on each side of Elona’s face and gave her a big kiss on the forehead. “Good! Now let’s eat. I’m starving.”

Amira found the box with the plates and got out four. In a different box were the glasses.

“Sorry, I haven’t made it to the grocery store yet. All we have is water from the tap.” Amira pulled out three glasses and Elona’s spill-proof plastic cup with a picture of Tweety Bird on the side.

Sharon pulled out a tablecloth from a box on the counter and spread it on the carpet where a table should be. “We’ll go this week and find you a dining table,” she said.

“A cheap one,” Amira replied.

Guy put the pizza box in the center of the tablecloth and let out a grunt as he sat on the floor. Elona giggled and plopped down beside him. “I hope the table is in place before I have to eat here again. My knees won’t like this too much.” He grinned and tousled his granddaughter’s hair.

Elona clapped her hands. “I like eating on the floor, like the Japanese.”

“That’s right, Elona,” Amira said, surprised. “The Japanese do sit on the floor. How did you know that?”

“From a story the teacher read to us in school,” Elona said as she settled down onto her heels, like the pictures in the book the teacher had shown to the class.

Amira sat beside her, copying Elona’s position. “I say we declare this evening Japanese evening then.”

“Can we eat with chopsticks, too?” Elona’s eyes grew wide.

Amira put a plate on Elona’s lap, then removed a piece of pizza from the box and put it on the plate. “Maybe next time. Be careful and try not to get any on your dress.”

Sharon sat on the floor between Amira and Guy and served him, then herself a piece of pizza.

“I can’t wait to get everything out of these boxes,” Amira said after her first bite. “I think this place is going to be cute once I put a few pictures on the walls and curtains on the windows.”

“I remember our first apartment after we got married,” Sharon said, looking at Guy, who was already nodding. “A tiny little garage apartment. Your father was teaching at the high school and taking graduate classes at night. I worked at the movie theater. We didn’t have a complete set of dishes, much less anything that matched. Mostly things given to us by our parents or as wedding gifts. But I thought it was a grand place. I bought some material and sewed the curtains for the window over the sink in the kitchen and the window by the couch. Remember, Guy?”

“Yes, I do. They looked nice.”

“It was an exciting time. We knew our lives were changing; we were growing. We could feel it happening.” Sharon smiled at Amira. “As I feel it here with you.”

“Am I growing too, Mommy?” Elona asked.

Amira quickly wiped a tear. “Yes, baby, you are. Quicker than I’d like.”

After the pizza was gone, Guy and Elona took the empty boxes scattered about the apartment, broke them down, and stacked them in a corner in the dining area. Sharon helped Amira unpack the rest of the boxes of kitchen possessions. When they were done, Amira looked around the kitchen. Although not as big as her previous one, it had the same functionality. She smiled. Not bad. The adrenaline she had been running on all day had faded. The pizza sat like a lump in her stomach. Amira went to the couch and sat down with a thud. Just as she did, her cell phone chimed from the kitchen. Since her parents were standing in the same room and John had agreed not to call, she knew it was Ethan. She lifted herself from the couch and retrieved the phone from her purse. She dreaded the thought of a fight over the phone.

“Hello, Ethan.”

“I see you have made your pick of things. You could have discussed with your husband the things you were taking,” Ethan said.

His voice wasn’t raised. Amira thought if anything he sounded tired.

“I tried to talk to you. You just scream at me that I’d get no help from you, so I’ve made the decisions myself. If there’s something I took that you feel strongly about we can talk about it.”

“The thing you have taken from me that I feel strongly about is our family.”

“I’m not—”

“I’d like to see Elona.”

“Sure, you can have her the whole weekend if you want.”

“Tonight.”

“It’s getting late and she has school tomorrow.”

“Please. Amira, I haven’t seen her in three days. Just for a moment, and you can get the box of food you left in the kitchen from the pantry.”

Damn it, Elona’s favorite cereal is in that box. Amira looked at her watch.

“Okay, but just for a minute.”