He moves the furniture out and spends a sweaty afternoon ripping up the carpet, another couple of days steaming the walls. At the last possible second he tucks a square of cabbage rose into the top drawer of the dresser, then shoves the rest of the mess into giant Hefty bags. He considers calling Bill or Ioanna’s husband Joe over to help him paint, but in the end it feels like something he needs to do himself. Sure as shit, the room looks a whole lot brighter in white. Once everything’s dry, he picks up some sheets at IKEA, plus a soft, piled area rug and a new light fixture to take the place of the ancient ceiling fan. Then he goes back for some new curtains and a fancy roll-up blind. Then back again for a new duvet. He leaves Maddie’s antique scroll mirror—it matches the four-poster and the armoire, neither of which Nick’s intending to replace—but folds away the triangle quilt from when they were newlyweds. It joins the square of wallpaper in the dresser, roses with roses.
What do You think about Crash Lights And Sirens, Book 1?
