There was one room remaining that still needed attention. Neil had kept putting it off, somehow hoping the problem would solve itself, he supposed wryly as he stood at the kitchen door a week after he’d finally gotten the rest of the house in order.
It’s not that it’s in bad shape. The linoleum is in decent condition. The appliances all work.
“But it’s so out of date, and not in an antique way,” he grumbled, causing Matou to stop eating to look at him.
Sitting down at the table, he started to make a list of what he would change. By the time he was finished, he shook his head in dismay, realizing he’d have to completely gut the kitchen to get what he wanted.
Maybe start small and only redo the floor and countertops. No, it’s all or nothing.
He knew exactly who he should call to do it,
