"Why are you taking stuff to Eve's apartment the night before you're leaving, by the way?" Eve smiled up at him.
"He doesn't want the movers to have to carry heavy things down an extra flight, so he's putting all the boxes and books in my apartment for tonight, and I'll sleep at his place. Isn't he thoughtful?" Shirley let go of her friend's hand.
"Yup. He's always been that way. You got yourself a keeper, Eve."
Weird, soulful sounds drifted into the hallway from her right.
"What the heck is that?" Eve gravitated toward her fiancé and put her arm around his waist.
"I think it's one of those nature CDs with whale calls." Shirley listened for a few moments.
That was indeed what it sounded like. "I don't know our new superintendent very well. Is he the new-agey kind? Maybe he and one of the witches will hit it off."
Eve placed a fist on her hip. "What are you doing?Opening a matchmaker service?"
