Chapter 3: Settling In
I finished the rest of the garage quickly. First the drywall, then the pegboard. By the time Steph came down, done with her painting, I was looking at the results with a satisfied smile on my face.
“All done?” she asked, slipping an arm around my waist.
“Not quite.” I put a hammer on a hook, where it hung in solitary splendor. “Now I’m done.”
“Goof,” she said affectionately. “Want to come upstairs and look at the guest bedroom?”
My wife had done a good job, I had to admit. With the afternoon sun slanting through the windows, the newly-painted room was bright and cheery. I could imagine our kids in here, playing games or taking a nap. “It looks great,” I said, picking up the old newspapers she had put down to keep paint from ruining the soft beige carpet. “Ready
