Chapter 3 *
The sisters arrived at their new house at 09:43 on a beautiful southern fall Friday morning. Monique and Kirsten ran into the new house like little kids in a candy store. Monique headed to the farthest room in the back of the house-according to the layout- this was the room she had chosen for her solitude/office. Mentally she began to picture her things arranged to her satisfaction-she couldn't wait to unpack and do some decor changes. She was visualizing when Kirsten's voice broke her concentration.
"Hey Mon., I claim this room." Kirsten plops her book bag down in the bedroom located in the front corner of the property. "We even have furniture."
Ah, Monique had forgotten to tell Kirsten that she had sent for some of her familiar pieces from storage. Things that she could bear the sight of.
Monique came in. "I knew you would pick this room. We have a few pieces but we're going to need more-how do you feel about revamping the motif in some of the other rooms?"
Kirsten turned around "Well duh, this is like my dream room. Sounds like a plan to me Mon, let me go and scope out the other areas-I'm beginning to feel creative."
Monique hugged her little sister. "Thanks for moving here with me."
"You're welcome. I needed a change of scenery. Just because I went to college close to home didn't mean I was going to stay in that dead end town forever. Besides, I didn't want you to be here by yourself. Nor did I have the desire to be at home without you anymore, the parents would gang up on me even worse."
"You just came because they were close to finding out you got a tattoo."
"That was not my fault. You made me get one." Kirsten smirked.
"Oh yeah, I had to twist your arm, as if you needed that much persuading. You practically dragged me in there." Monique said rolling her eyes. "Come on. Let's go get started on this unloading chore."
The girls spent the rest of the weekend unpacking, making lists of needed household items and calling home to let everyone know they had arrived safely.
The sisters arrived at their new house at 09:43 on a beautiful southern fall Friday morning. Monique and Kirsten ran into the new house like little kids in a candy store. Monique headed to the farthest room in the back of the house-according to the layout- this was the room she had chosen for her solitude/office. Mentally she began to picture her things arranged to her satisfaction-she couldn't wait to unpack and do some decor changes. She was visualizing when Kirsten's voice broke her concentration.
"Hey Mon., I claim this room." Kirsten plops her book bag down in the bedroom located in the front corner of the property. "We even have furniture."
Ah, Monique had forgotten to tell Kirsten that she had sent for some of her familiar pieces from storage. Things that she could bear the sight of.
Monique came in. "I knew you would pick this room. We have a few pieces but we're going to need more-how do you feel about revamping the motif in some of the other rooms?"
Kirsten turned around "Well duh, this is like my dream room. Sounds like a plan to me Mon, let me go and scope out the other areas-I'm beginning to feel creative."
Monique hugged her little sister. "Thanks for moving here with me."
"You're welcome. I needed a change of scenery. Just because I went to college close to home didn't mean I was going to stay in that dead end town forever. Besides, I didn't want you to be here by yourself. Nor did I have the desire to be at home without you anymore, the parents would gang up on me even worse."
"You just came because they were close to finding out you got a tattoo."
"That was not my fault. You made me get one." Kirsten smirked.
"Oh yeah, I had to twist your arm, as if you needed that much persuading. You practically dragged me in there." Monique said rolling her eyes. "Come on. Let's go get started on this unloading chore."
The girls spent the rest of the weekend unpacking, making lists of needed household items and calling home to let everyone know they had arrived safely.