"What does it look like I'm doing?"
"Packing."
"Bingo."
"Why?"
"Why?" she repeated, taking in his goofy expression. "Why do people usually pack, Matthew? Because I'm moving." She returned to her task of carefully settling a vase into a box.
He placed his hands on the box flaps, holding them down as she stretched a length of tape from a spool. "When?"
"Soon. And I can do this, thank you," she said curtly, holding the strip of tape over the box. He let go and dropped his hands to his sides.
"Greta, I'm sorry about today," he said, watching her work. "It's not what you think, though."
She stopped what she was doing for a moment and shot him a warning look. He had come to understand that look very well in the last few months. She went back to her business, placing the box atop a few others.
He shifted on his feet and then all at once his face brightened.
"Hey, guess what! We're back to our original plan!"