She moved in late on Wednesday and by the weekend she had scrubbed every corner, crevice and surface of her tiny new lodgings. Eddie set aside the Saturday afternoon to go in with stepladder, paint and wallpaper and when Violet came home from work, the room was transformed. ‘It’s perfect!’ she sighed, gazing round at the pretty pink and white walls and breathing in the smell of fresh paint that disguised the odour of fermenting hops drifting in through the open window from the brewery. Her bed was tucked neatly into a corner, leaving space for a chest of drawers under the window, and an alcove next to the chimney breast was identified by Eddie as the ideal place to put up a hanging rail for her clothes. Her precious Singer sewing machine had been carried upstairs to the attic workroom. ‘Honestly, Eddie. I can’t thank you enough.’ ‘Think nothing of it.’ His modest reply couldn’t conceal the fact that he enjoyed basking in Violet’s gratitude. ‘You’re easy to please – you know that?’ ‘I am – it’s true, at least as far as you’re concerned.
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