"Just...you're sure you want to get rid of everything." He has to wonder if she really wants to get rid of all of Tony's things; if there might not be a shirt, or sweater or something she wanted to save.

But then the only experience about that kind of thing he has to go on is from when Teri died; when he left things as they were for a while, then one day called Kim to tell her to take what she wanted. Once she'd picked out what she wanted, he'd tossed things in boxes without looking, in a blind, grief-fuelled attempt to numb himself and forget his guilt and pain; he'd probably been more than a little drunk, if not when he called Kim, then after she left. There were some things that had escaped, but most of Teri's clothes and things had gone into boxes; out of sight, but never out of mind.

He'd put the boxes in the garage, leaving them unlabelled, until months later he'd packed other things he was geting rid of when he sold the house. All the miscellaneous things; old books, dishes, lamps, stuff he was going to donate, he'd piled on top of the boxes containing Teri's clothes, becoming mixed in until he couldn't tell which was which. He'd carted the anonymous boxes off to Goodwill, leaving them unlabelled so he didn't have to think about what was inside.