The sun was coming in through the windows of the new house. Chris took a step back and assessed his creation. It had been quite some time since he had to hammer anything to a wall. He had been tasked to put up the pictures and he wasn’t going to disappoint. At least not as long as he had a level to align them. He had not inherited his mother’s artistic sensitivity at all.
“You need to move that one to the left a bit” Katrina said, with her hair up in a bun. Chris followed her instruction. “Perfect. She’ll love it.”
“I hope so” he answered. “She’ll be home any minute now and I hoped she wouldn’t have to do any of this.”
Katrina poked her brother on the side, teasingly. He had been working all morning to make the house perfect while his better half was at work. She couldn’t belie
