Logan set down his guitar and looked around as we entered the apartment, then headed toward the kitchen. "Wow! This is great! How many bedrooms do you have?"

I set my guitar down against the wall and placed my keys on a side table near the door. "One," I said as I walked into the kitchen, where Logan was hard at work unpacking milk, cereal, coffee, tea, sugar temporary things that I would need. "What in the world?"

Logan looked up from the refrigerator after sliding in ...