Alice wasn’t really surprised by this. She still remembered how these traits had displayed themselves throughout her sisters’ childhoods. Jane, the perennial tomboy, adventure seeker, free-spirited artist, had grown up in the sixties and had always leaned heavily toward no-nonsense contemporary styles. She still loved bold colors and sweeping statements, clean-lined furnishings and large striking pieces of modern art. It’s just who she was. Louise, on the other hand, had always been a very feminine girl. She had been a teenager in the fifties and had enjoyed wearing pastels and ruffles. She had never liked to get her hands dirty and nothing pleased her more than playing the piano in a frilly dress with a nearby vase of tea roses perfectly centered on a lace doily. So it was only natural that Louise was drawn to floral wallpapers and fussy curtains. She loved anything with flowers or lace. Fortunately, during the past week, instead of fussing over the interior design decisions, Jane and Louise had managed to distract themselves with the mundane tasks that no one could disagree on.
