Marilyn
She put the dishes in the dishwasher and then walked about the house with them, showed the boys downstairs before taking them upstairs, to where the bedrooms were. They looked at her, and she waved them off, “Go find a room for later on.” She told them, “Just not the one at the end of the hall, that’s the master bedroom.”
“Where you and dad slept?” Vincent turned and looked at her.
“Mm,” she nodded. “It was.” She stated and wondered just what it looked like now. She sighed and walked down there and pushed into the room, then kind of just came to a halt. It was exactly as she recalled it. Right down to the same decorative pillows on the bed, she walked into the middle of the room and looked about.
The painting of trees was still on the wall by the bed and as she turned to look p
