Glancing at the movers he couldn’t help shaking his head. They did seem to be moving slower than expected. If he carried customers’ luggage at that speed to their cabins at the lodge, he’d receive a lot of complaints. “Not at all.” Stated Alfie, “Moving is exhausting enough without having to deal with furniture and movers. I’m Alfie Haywood by the way.” Taking his jacket off, he slung it gently over the nearest raised surface. “Just point to where you want things to go and I’m on it.”

Moving over to the truck, he glanced at the furniture. Much nicer than he’d ever be able to afford, but then his parents’ house was filled with this kind of stuff. Things that had likely been passed down from grandparents. Alfie just had lots of silly little things from his grandparents. Things that everyone else didn’t appreciate the sentimentality of and were happy to throw out. Turning back to the other man, he asked, “Have you travelled far?”