And indeed, just about every available surface was covered with ... stuff. There were old boxes, extra clothes hangers, craft supplies she no longer needed, clothes that didn’t fit or were out of style or had never really been worn, and books she’d inherited from earlier generations that hadn’t been read.
Beatrice smiled at Meadow. “I’m glad that that was your immediate reaction, instead of ‘what a mess!’ Because looking around right now, all I’m really seeing is the mess. The mess on the chairs and tables and the mess on me!”
Meadow shook her head and waved her hand in a dismissive gesture. “Don’t you know that the only way to really clean is to make everything look worse before it looks better? No, this is awesome! Is it sorted?”
“Sorted? I guess it is, in a way. I tried to keep th
