Barry gestured with his palm over his head and replied, "Right." "I believe it's time for us to go shopping."
Barry maneuvered the big, level-bed cart down the lofty aisles. Becky and Abby had been browsing the Ikea showroom for ages, trying to decide what furniture they would actually need. He had long since stopped listening to their constant conversation since it was causing him a headache. Nevertheless, they were at last prepared to make a real purchase, thank god. Gazing up at the nearly floor-to-ceiling steel shelves in the warehouse, he attempted to figure out where Abby had screamed about the bedroom suite.
"Where's the furniture all at? He enquired.
Becky pointed to the thin cardboard boxes that were arranged along the shelves and added, "In those boxes."
Her lips curled into
