I was still working on the flatbeds piled up with boxes of microwaves and toaster ovens. It was a funny place to work in when you never got food that needed to be microwaved or toasted, but you had to see the hot food on the pictures on the boxes and not smell them. The rack wall had all the displays of furniture that I was finished arranging and Libby was looking at them as she made her way over to me. I started crouching down slightly when she looked at me and smiled, still approaching.

"You think you're done here?" she asked in an almost singsong voice. "The furniture isn't anywhere near put away yet. Do you think slacking off is going to be good for you?"

She started pulling chairs and tables off the shelves and letting them bounce across the floor to topple over. She could only reach the first three shelves easily but that was bad enough; the furniture was heavy and it took time to arrange them so they fit right and looked neat. She was knocking the chairs over as she came closer to me, leaving behind an aisle of wreckage. I couldn't stand it any longer. I turned away and ran.

Sometimes I climbed to the top of the furniture pile and hid there all night. It always made her say very loudly, "You're making this harder for yourself, Robin, so come down now and we can settle this calmly." I had managed to claw my way up over the dining chairs and was stumbling through the beanbags when I made a bad slip and started to fall. I crashed through between metal lawn chairs and bunk beds and my leg caught on a guardrail before momentum wrenched it free and had me crumpled on the ground moaning in pain. My leg was broken and I couldn't move. Libby made her way along the backwall, squeezing past the jutting out arms and backs of the furniture to get to me.

I asked if I could get some help and she was surprisingly nice about it. After we went to see Dr. Gorenzo she managed to get me a special visitor. Mr. Toricetti performed reenactments of gameshows. He was very funny.