scuffed hardwood floor cried out for refinishing.
Zach’s assessment a few days ago of the state of the main house had been right on.
Yuck.
The second floor was bad. And while he hadn’t seen much of the first floor, the kitchen spoke volumes. The appliances were outdated, the flooring was cracked and the Formica countertop was chipped.
He couldn’t imagine anyone who’d been an interior decorator living in this environment.
And interior decorator or not, Catherine deserved better.
“You can set him on the bed, Nathan.”
Cradling Zach’s head, he eased through the door to the adjacent room.
Once over the threshold, he stopped in surprise. Not only was this room bigger than Catherine’s, it had been fully decorated—and with an imaginative hand. The walls were painted a cheery yellow, and a large throw rug featuring a parade of animals in primary colors hid much of the worn hardwood floor. Canvas swags at the windows were draped over stuffed giraffe heads, and the bedspread was done in a zebra pattern. Throw pillows shaped like safari hats were propped against the head-board, and a child-height coat rack was topped by silk palm leaves.
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