Feeling satisfied with the hassler’s new forms, Taylor made then sure that there wouldn’t be any more accidents that an underpaid worker would have to clean up until the dogs left the mall territory, before turning on her heel and going to the salon to see how Darla is doing.
Taylor could see inside of the shop that Darla was getting her hair thoroughly washed by the resident intensely passionate French stylist. The dude took his job more seriously then some serious samurais were about their honour and was just as fierce. Taylor knows not to interrupt the master at work – speaking from experience.
So, while waiting for Darla, Taylor decided to check on Maggie and see how she’s doing…
Packing – take things and put them into boxes to be delivered to a new location. The theory is easy, but as Maggie learns, the practice is anything but. Clothes that normally fit in their designated places in drawers suddenly seem to have gained their own mind when placed in boxes (the less said about the larger cloths, the better), at least…
…at least there wasn’t a lot that she wanted to take with her to Michael’s new place…
Maggie sighed as she looked at her new room. Small, square, still very bare. There was but a bed, a small wardrobe and a writing desk – that’s it. But they can make it work, ‘A poster here, a picture there…can liven the place up nicely. I wonder if I can paint the walls in any color I want.’
After setting the final box down on the table, Maggie started to plan what to put where – someone knocked on the door. Michael’s voice came, “Hey, you want to take a lunch break?”
Maggie considered that, feeling an exhaustion that is more the physical, “Sure, I could use a snack. Any thoughts?”
“Was considering that mom and pop shop our…parents didn’t want us ever going to. You in?”
“Alright. Let’s go.” Maggie grabbed her jacket and the two Woods siblings proceeded to leave.
Now…