Saturday was spent painting. All but the bulkiest items of furniture had been removed. The rubbish had been carted away and Adam had got Alexander to put a notice up in the news agency/post office window announcing “Furniture for sale. 13 Waterman Avenue. Bring a trailer.” So far the kitchen table and accompanying chairs had gone, for the princely sum of fifty dollars, but there had been little interest in anything else.
After placing drop sheets over the remaining furniture and polished floorboards, Adam brought the paint in and they began repainting the lounge room. It surprised Alexander how long the process took. By the time they prepared the walls, painted the ceiling, then the cornices, it was one o’clock and time for lunch. By around four-thirty they’d finished the walls and the sk
