Fresia and Ted - ch. 3Chapter 3Ted stuffed the last of the food into a tattered paper sack. Fresia emerged from her tiny bedroom with an old suitcase, which she dragged on the floor. My clothes weigh more than I thought!Don't worry, Ted offered. I planned ahead in case we had a lot of things to take. Is there anything else you would like to bring with us? I cannot guarantee we will be home in the next few months or even a year.This is risky business, Fresia thought for the hundredth time that morning. She scarcely knew Ted. Even if he was trustworthy, would they be able to get along for months at a time? A year? She looked around the apartment, trying to find any last thing she might want to take with her. Old popcorn still littered the floor, and her end table lay on its side. One of the legs cracked when Fresia tripped over it earlier.