It was already a little past noon. I had been pouring over different designs for the living room when I heard a knock at the door.
“Mrs. Morgan, Derek is not home right now,” I said as I opened the door.
“I know. He stopped by and said he was going to speak with Clyde. I figured it was a great time to get to know you better,” She beamed.
I wasn’t sure what I thought of her yet. She seemed nice enough, but there was something she was hiding from me. I opened the door and motioned her inside.
“I’m afraid we don’t have all our furniture yet. I was just narrowing down my choices for the living room,” I said.
“I remember when I first moved into the packhouse. I was so excited to make it my own,”
“Yes, it is very exciting, but so many choices. Would you like something to drink? I coul
