“I was thinking of something like a mirror,” Jennie said, watching Mabel for her reaction first. The old woman didn’t even blink.
Lauren c****d her head and said, “I could see that here.”
“A huge frame.” Jennie put her hand on the sheetrocked wall. Lauren had just told her that this room would be robin-egg blue. “Probably wood, but I’ll put leafing on it to make it look like metal,” she continued, the concept of the mirror coming together in her mind. “It’ll look old and rustic. Regal. But also new and modern.”
“I’ve never thought of a mirror as art,” Mabel said.
Jennie repressed her sigh. Maybe her ideas were too forward-thinking for somewhere like Hawthorne Harbor. She hadn’t put out any calls to Seattle yet, unable to deal with one more thing at the moment.
She had her mom constant
