Jack moderates his pace going up the stairs so Renee keeps up. Not that climbing stairs is very easy at the moment, but with the painkillers dulling any pain that would remind him not to push himself, he has to stop himself from hurrying.

"I just had one that used to save everything she thought would be useful; she was probably a couple steps down from a hoarder. She grew up in the Depression, so..."

Not that they'd seen much of her; she'd died when he was fairly young, and even at that age he'd been able to sense his father's disdain for his aunt.