Chapter Twentyfive: Moing in Part three
Shannon parked the Hummer H2 outside the Home Depot. Heather jumped out and looked around. This new state was so foriegn to her. She had been born in the south, grown up in the south, but not this far south. She grew up in the redneck area of Delaware, as south as it gets so close to PA. Heather ran into the Home Depot and looked toward the high ceiling. Paints and flooring were on oposite sides of this building.
"Ok, I want the walls to be neon green and the carpet to be black. I want to do something special with the paint though." She stood there at the entrance for a moment.
"What do you want to do?" Shannon asked waiting for her to keep walking.
"Silver and white splotches." She started walking toward the carpet isle Shannon following close behind. "I hope they have black carpet." Shannon's phone rang and Heather stopped to wait for him to pick it up.
"Hello?" Matt and Jeff were on the other line.
"Yo Man Where are you?" Matt said throught the phone.
"At the home depot."
"We are waiting for you at your house." Heather heard Shannon say to just wait for him inside the house and that he will be home soon.
"Shannon I need measurements of the room." He nodded and told Matt to measure the room while Heather was picking out the carpet she wanted. She finally decided on a fuzzy soft carpet that was all black. Matt called back and told them the width and the length of the room and off the went. The carpet would be there in three dats. That gave Heather and Shannon three days to paint. The green was hard to find but not as heard to find as the silver. Heather finally found it but wasn't happy with the man who mixed the paint. He was very rude and didn't even care that a very muscular man was with her.
"Damn northerner go back to your own damn state." He said in his gruff voice.
"Excuse me?" Heather said clearly offended by his request.
"I said, go back to your own damn state bitch, no one wants you Northerners here to spread your livin' large life style." Heather took a step back her eyebrows knitted together.
"Just make my paint. I didn't ask for your opinion." Shannon drew her to his side.
"Calm down, some people here just don't like how the south is turning. Some people down here are very racist." He said as the man began to mix the paint together. He gave Shannon a dark look.
"Damn traitors." He murmered but Shannon decided to ignore the comment. The man handed the paint to them and as soon as they were out of sight Heather popped the top off the paint cans and checked each color. Each was correct but Shannon reported his behavior and the two left the Home Depot to head back to the house.