"Did I detect a slight hint of desperation in your voice when you called me earlier?" Valerie asked.
Piper could hear the laughter in the decorator"s voice, and she smiled in return with a shrug of her shoulders.
"Maybe just a little. But I"m also anxious to get started."
The two women were standing in the ground floor of the gallery looking around at the workmen who were busy on various projects.
Piper had called Valerie a couple of hours ago, and they had agreed to meet at the gallery after Valerie"s luncheon with Piper’s mothers. She looked around her with interest, eager to see the work already in progress.
"Well, if we can decide on the floors up in the loft today, I can have you moving in next week, at least into the upstairs area,” Valerie said. “That is, if you don"t mind bein
