It Happens
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Chapter 14
Katherine's POV
I get Max and Brandon to cart the flatpack dressers upstairs as Kim and Col take the boxes of clothes and shoes to the walk in wardrobe. I lean on the porch railing watching them do trip after trip. It's just past eleven thirty and I'm expecting Emily back soon.
"Now what?" asks Max glumly.
"Coffee table, first room," both pups sigh as they walk off. After the coffee table the pup bring in the dozen lamps, as they finish so do Kim and Col. "Come on," I say walking inside and down to the kitchen, where Claire has finished her tasks.
"What now boss?" asks Claire.
"Are all those boxes empty?" I ask pointing to the waist high tower of boxes in the centre of the kitchen.
"Yeah I hadn't got to taking them upstairs yet," answers Kim.
"Pups, take all the empty boxes upstairs last door on the left." The boys do as they're told and halve the stack of boxes in one trip.
"Yo, Kat what's next?" asks Quil, swinging a wrench around his finger like a total tool.
"Upstairs first room on the right, the bed first, and yell out when you're done, I want to tell you where to put it."
"Don't you do that already?" mumbles Claire.
I walk around the other side of the island bench and open two drawers "Kim, stack the knives, forks, spoons, and the butter knives. Then in this drawer I want all the tongs, ladles, whisks, wooden spoons and well that type of things, got it?"
"Got it," she says grabbing one of the last ten boxes from the back bench. I see the stack of pots and pans from dad and curse for not taking them back when I went.
"Claire, grab an empty box and put those pots and pans in it, then take it upstairs, last door on the left." She takes a box from the pile just as the boys return and clear up the rest. I walk over next to the sink where all the machines are. I put the blender in a low cabinet, then take the coffee maker to the far left-hand corner, and the knife block goes in the opposite corner, next to the fridge.
I have just started to put plastic dishes in a cabinet when the pups return, asking "What next?"
"Max, take the old microwave out of the wall and put it in the same room the boxes were going in. Col take the iron into the laundry room and Brandon put the new microwave where the old one was." By the time I'm done talking Col's already back. "Kim, continue putting these dishes here, will ya?"
"Yep, almost done here, then I'll do them," she says digging in a box.
"Col!" I call on my way to the sunroom. "Can you move the bookshelves to that wall," I say pointing to the only wall with no windows.
"Piece of cake," he gloats.
"Then we'll call this your lunch break," I say walking back to the hall where the other pups are waiting. "Come with," I say passing the two on my way to the first room. "Okay listen closely, the smallest rug goes upstairs first door on the left, biggest rug first door on the right and the only round rug goes in the wardrobe."
"Where's the-"
"Upstairs, first right, then turn left and you're there," I answer Max.
"Know it all," he pouts.
"Yes I do," I smile, walking back to the kitchen where Claire is waiting. I walk over to the pile of artwork leaning against the sliding glass doors. "Claire, take this one," I say grabbing the large square one from the back.
"How can you tell which is which?" she asks taking the painting as I look back throw the others. "They're all covered in brown paper."
"Because I have been looking at their measurements for the last two weeks," I say grabbing three square ones of the same size, handing one to Claire, I take the other two and start walking to the stairs.
"Have you only been planning this for two weeks?"
"Yeah but I've been thinking about what I need and where it will go since I moved in," I say walking up the stairs and take the first right. Quil and Jared have almost finished putting the king size wooden bed together with attached bedside tables. I sit the painting against the boxes in the wardrobe and Claire does the same. "Looking good boys," I say on my way out of the room, passing the pups on my way. As I get downstairs, Emily is just pulling up outside. "How'd it go?"
"Got it all plus half a pizza shop," she jokes on her way around the car.
I step to the side of the porch and cup my hands around my mouth. "If you want lunch, get outside and help take the bags inside! Now!" like lightning all the boys fly out, just about knocking Emily over in the process.
"Wow, that gets them moving," says Claire, joining me on the porch.
I nod then yell "The pizza's the last thing going inside! All the bags and boxes have to be in the kitchen first!"
"Can't we just eat it out here then?" yells Max.
"No!" I bark.
There are grunts and growls of disagreement as the boys empty Emily's van, as she stands guard at the passenger side door where a stack of pizza boxes rest behind. Just as the boys run the last things inside Leah and Seth pull up, the back of the truck stacked high with boxes and chairs.