Olivia's Townhouse February 20th 10 am Dickie's POV
"Right here… set that right here." I hear Olivia instructing the moving men on where to put the sofa.
Between Olivia, Munch, Fin, Don, and the moving men, and my self, we should be done by noon. I may only be ten years old, but I am strong, and I take karate, I can probably be the man of the house…I hope.
I hear a loud crash and run upstairs to Lizzie and Kathleen's room. Lizzie dropped the box of bathroom stuff and broke most of it. She can be so clumsy.
"Lizzie you klutz, do you have to ruin everything!" I know it's harsh but she has to be more careful dad would do the samething…right.
"Shut up Dickie, it's not like she meant to!" Kathleen defends.
"Doesn't matter she still broke it!" I yell back.
"Guys, this isn't the time to be fighting. We need to stick together and get the job done." Olivia says while breaking up the fight.
"Can we please apologize and keep moving." She says with sensitivity.
"Sorry," I reply.
"Me too," Lizzie says.
"Me three," Kathleen finishes.
After Olivia leaves I talk to my sister's about our new circumstances.
"Well, the house is probably about the same size as our old one, thank god for dad's life insurance, but I still have to share a room." Kathleen states.
"Yeah…but I'm not that bad am I?" Lizzie questions.
"No but you snore really loud." Kathleen jokes.
"I do not! You're lying!" Lizzie yells.
We continue to laugh and joke while we set up our rooms, and it makes me believe…if only for a second… that everything might be ok after all.