"One hundred. Twenty, forty, forty-five, fifty, sixty-five, seventy." Emma tried not to feel the pang too sharply at the loss of that money.
   She stared enviously at those green bills in the gnarled hand of her soon-to-be-former landlord.
   He smiled greedily, and Emma refused to wince as he crumbled the paper and stuffed it in his pocket. "Anything else you and your friend plan on running into?"
   Tapping her right foot with her new knee high boot, Emma shook her head and backed out of the tiny office. "Nope. By the way, I'm putting in my notice. I'm paid up to the end of the month, but I'm moving either tonight or in the morning."
   She knew that this didn't surprise him. They were on a very flexible agreement. He could kick her out whenever he wanted, and she could leave whenever she wanted. It was simple and agreeable to them both.
   She saw him nod from the corner of her eye before she trudged up the rickety stairway. She hated this place, so why should she feel so bad about leaving it in the rearview mirror now? The answer was said quietly in her mind, because it was home…or… at least had been.
   Groaning and picking up the cardboard boxes she took from the dumpster behind Sonic, she started loading her stuff and emptying what she could take with her from the refrigerator into an old cooler.
   Kicking the plastic bags that she picked up that morning, Emma moved around with robotic motion. She knew that once she stopped to think and feel she'd want to stay, and that was the last thing she needed to do now.
   Reaching under the couch to clean out from under there as well, Emma's hand found a foreign object and wrinkled her nose at the thought of what it just might be.
   Pulling her hand back, she jiggled Grace's keys in her hand. The sight alone was enough to bring tears and clog her throat. But she forced them back because she had to.
   Hearing the knock on the door, she jerked up and took in a deep breath. "Yanking the door open, she showed the young couple at her door the furniture that she was selling cheaply. Answering what she could, and accepting the price that they were willing to pay.
   Setting up the time for them to pick it all up in an hour, Emma saw them back to the door and started stacking boxes near the door and then started loading them into her car.
   She was already hot and sweaty when the couple had returned with a couple family members and friends to help the move.
   "Good thinking." She grumbled as she slightly directed them out the door.
   "Moving?"
   Emma jumped from the unexpected voice behind her. She thought the girl had gone with the guys. She laughed wryly. "Good deduction."
   "You're moving fairly fast, aren't you?"
   Narrowing her eyes a bit, Emma shrugged off the insight. "Friend ran into some trouble, and I'm helping out."
   The girl accepted that, and remained quiet until her boyfriend returned and paid for the couch and two armchairs. She clutched the money tightly to her chest, and yearned to keep it, yet placed it in the berry scented envelope that was a gift from Grace two Christmas' ago.
   Stuffing that envelope in her back pocket, Emma looked around the quickly baring apartment and smiled slightly to herself. She was almost done. Which meant, she was almost gone.