Mr. Reed opened the door that led to the garage and gestured for her to follow. He flicked the light on, revealing all the pieces of furniture they had picked out yesterday while shopping. The only things they were keeping from Greg's old furniture for the room were the dresser and the bed.
“You sure you’re up for this?” he asked, eyeing her as she moved toward a set of bookshelves. “That burrito wasn’t that full of protein.”
It had to get done and there was no way she wasn't going to help. Danielle grinned, already bracing her hands under the shelf’s edge. “Hey, I’m scrappy. And possibly fueled by spite and citrus-scented paint fumes.”
Mr. Reed chuckled and grabbed the second shelf. “Alright, scrappy. Let's do this.”
Together, they maneuvered each piece of furniture out of the garage
