"So you couldn't afford rent here, but suddenly you are moving into a penthouse? Friend, did you rob a bank? Or perhaps won the lotto and forgot to tell me?" Nelly asked as she wrapped some of the glassware in newspapers and placed them gently into a cardboard box marked fragile.

Sammy sat on a rug on the floor as she put some of her books in another box.

"It's not my penthouse. Just a friend helping me out. He doesn't use the place."

Nelly paused and ...