what does "tell me"mean? “Let me know next time you’re setting up. The thing’s upstairs,” Eli said, gesturing and turning for the steps. “Third floor.” “Cool. I’ve never been up there.” “It hasn’t been used since I was a kid. We would play up there in bad weather, and once or twice we got to bunk up there, tell ghost stories. Just storage now, really.” “So, we’re hauling something down?” “No. Just moving a piece. Big-ass armoire. Double armoire,” he added as they topped the stairs. “In here.” “Nice space, bad wallpaper.” “Tell me.” Mike scanned the room, landed on the armoire. “Big mother.” He crossed to it, ran his fingers over the carved front. “A beauty. Mahogany, right?”