[Samara]
“I’m beat,” Keesha remarked as she flopped back onto the couch next to me. I smiled as I nodded lazily. Every single part of me hurt. “When was the last time they used this place?” she then questioned, but I didn’t have an answer for her. Nothing inside gave anything away, but the amount of dust, dirt, and grime had been a clear indication that it had been a while.
“Who knows…but it looks great now,” I said, and it was the truth. We had split up the tasks between the four of us and we were finally done. The windows had been washed, inside and outside. The walls and ceilings had been dusted and wiped down. The floors had been swept, washed, and polished. The kitchen was immaculate and ready for action. The bathroom was sparkling clean. The bunk beds, chairs, and couches had been
