"No," she answered. I reached over and pushed her hands off my things. With only a hand gesture, I motioned for her to go back to the civilian side of...my desk."When's your mom coming home?"She shrugged and slide down into the arm chair, her long dark hair tossed back over her shoulders. "I never know. If she gets drunk, I might not see her till tomorrow." Shouldn't you be at home?" I tried one final time.Her face looked suddenly sad and hopeful at the same instance, now apologetic for bugging. I didn't want to stare but every time i looked her way i caught her eyes looking at me. Then i noticed she had her hand inside the large shoulder bag she had, she cheeky bitch was shop lifting.I followed her and saw her put two more things into her bag before heading for the door. As she tried to leave i stopped her. I explained i didn't want to make a scene but i'd seen her trying to leave without paying for the items in her bag, and that she should come to the security office with me. She. “Dave, this is Tim Linnington. He’s from Connecticut and traveling around to some of the state parks and hiking some of the trails.”Dave and Tim shook hands. Tim said, “I’ve been doing various sections of the Appalachian Trail. Today I went up and down Saddleback Mountain from where the trail crosses the highway south of town. It took the better part of the day, but I did come back in time to see you and Rose down on the little beach. I’m kind of your next-door neighbor, having the next. Not much organizing was really needed but there was a little minimum planning necessary.I'd ordered enough boxes to pack up my stuff up from U-Haul when I called them to reserve the van. I did have the foresight to make sure they would already be prepacked into the van for us. It would save valuable minutes when I checked it out.I did have some hanging closet type stuff and they'd suggested two special boxes for that. Instead of folding, all that clothing would just hang without getting.