Chapter 34: Rowen, Part 1
When my parents asked if we were free today, I thought they meant to come over to their new house, do a little light unpacking, have some dinner. I should have known better.
Instead, I got suckered into unpacking an entire moving van because my dad is too cheap to hire a moving company. I lived with the man and his cheapskate ways for eighteen years. Again, I should have seen it coming.
But I didn't. Now here I stand, holding one end of the world's heaviest couch, while my dad yells at me.
"Lift with your legs, boyo! Turn it more on the side."
"I can't, Da," I argue and try to adjust to get a better grasp on it. "If I turn it more, it'll be upside down."
"Pah! Don't argue. Just turn it."
A huge clap of thunder breaks up our arguing, and we simultaneously glance at the ominous clouds in the sky.