“You took everything?”

“Everything.”

“Everything? The Navajo rugs? The piano? All the antiques? They’re worth a fortune, you know.”

“I’ve got it all, Mother. Don’t worry,” I said in my most reassuring tone.

That I had crammed the entire contents of the 90-foot-long house we’d occupied since 1959 into my 800-square-foot Manhattan apartment was Read More