Chapter 3Thursday at 8
“I have to go to my apartment to get some clothes. Carlo, I’m dog tired. There was Billy the night before last and now Isabella, I need sleep.”
“Caro, get what you need for tonight and tomorrow and we’ll go home and sleep, but we need to give Bobby the shade of paint we want. He says there are a lot of different pinks.”
“Okay. The paint chips are probably already in the mailbox knowing Bobby. Once we pick something out, do you mind if I have you call him so I can go to bed?”
“I don’t mind. You choose the color and then go to sleep.” My bed, with no more ghosts to fight. Now he sees Beau as he truly was.
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They picked a pale, shell pink, and the picture in the decorating magazine Bobby left in the mailbox showed it with hand-painted roses and ribbons. He’d
