It was pandemonium. They had three wooden chairs but no table. A bed, but no mattress. A cat, but no food for the cat–and it was crying for some. Several half-opened boxes, and for some reason on the first day in the house, James needed a beater's bat, which was sure to be buried under all this mess, if here at all. Why had she left him in charge of the moving?
Lily sank down on a large, footstool-sized ball of cotton (of all things) and sighed. She was, in fact, home.