We didn’t talk very often on our phones or by text due to my crappy service coverage but we did talk by Skype. When we did talk, it was short and not very romantic. He was involved with football camp, his friends and was about to go on vacation with his family. I kept my emotions in check, I didn’t want to appear as if I was jealous or possessive but my patience was starting to fade with Jeff. I tried to show him my little room and how I changed it but he didn’t seem too interested. The walls were now freshly painted white along with the bed, desk and chair. (Grandpa and I had fun repainting them together.) One lone purple stripe ran horizontally, at the top of the wall, around the room. The carpet was clean and washed along with the armoire. Grandpa said we should strip the armoire of paint and stain it instead of re-painting it. He said it would make it look nicer in my room, more antique. The bedding was now purple and made with a much higher thread count. The brown comforter had purple and pink flowers running in vertical stripes.
