Ted peered into the gloom at the piles of boxes, untouched since moving to the house ten years ago. He read the carefully written label on each box: BOOKS, DVDs, VIDEO-GAMES.
Kay’s voice drifted up from below. “So, what can we sell?”
Ted looked at the boxes again, suddenly overwhelmed by a tumbling slideshow of memories. Slight tears pricked his eyes and he covered his face with his hands.
“Ted?” said Kay, “Did you hear me? What can we sell?”
Ted sighed and looked down at Kay.
“All of it,” he said after a pause. “All of it can go.”