It felt rejuvenating, almost as though they were wiping the slate clean, ready for a new start. The back rooms which had stored much of the house’s furniture held a bounty of treasures. Jenny eyed a faded old sofa that had once graced the living room. ‘You know, I can whip up a new cover for this lounge in no time and it’ll be as good as new. We can go into town later and buy some fabric,’ she said. The rest of the furniture was good quality too. Solid timber bookcases, tables, chairs and beds, all stacked and waiting to be returned to their rightful places. Kate felt a small pang of regret for her own furniture, the things she’d lovingly picked out over the years to fill her perfect house in her perfect world . . . until reality had taken her by the shoulders and shaken her awake. They’d sold it all to pay off Andy’s debts. ‘I wonder what possesses a person to shut themselves away from the world like your grandfather did,’ Jenny said as she and Kate dragged a heavy headboard up the hall into the bedroom that would be Georgia’s.
