The Last One in the House

Freddie waited for Saskia until half past nine and then he stopped waiting and started moving furniture.

He put the long table against the front door. He put the sideboard against the table. He took every knife out of the block and laid them along the windowsill in a row, points out, which achieved nothing whatsoever and took him eleven minutes, and then he sat down on the floor with his back against the sofa and the pry bar across his knees and did not move for four hours.