Angela walked into the flat and took a glance around.  Darren had told her she could take any pieces she liked, he wasn’t coming back for any of it.  It was weird to take someone else’s furniture right out of their house.  She wasn’t comfortable with it at all.  But she knew Darren, and Darren wasn’t kidding.  If she didn’t take it, it was getting tossed; that’s how he was.  A few minutes of looking around, though, and she realized she didn’t need his stuff in her fully furnished apartment except maybe that black lift top coffee table.  A coffee table, that she didn’t have.  Moments later her brothers bounded up the stairs and smoothly put it in the pickup truck’s bed.  Darren’d had a good idea, after all.