House Painting and Money Laundering
Amy had meant to call Kara about a dozen times during the week, but everytime she placed her hand on the phone to call, it rang instead. The plumber finishing the pipes, the landscaper winterizing the plants, the banker telling her that everything was in order, even her Dad to congratulate her on her home. It seemed that everything was happening all at once. Welcome to being an adult Amy.
By the time she finally called Kara, she got her voicemail. "Hey Kara, I didn't forget about you at all. I'm free the whole weekend, and even asked for Monday off. Come on over whenever and we can get to painting! I also have all your paperwork and stuff, so give me a call, and I'll come pick you up if you want." Amy figured that Kara would call her at some point and arrangements would be made, and it would be all set. That was on Thursday and here it was Saturday morning and Amy had been up since six. She showered and got dressed, and then finished the actual moving of furniture that she started the night before. All of the furniture in her bedroom had either been moved to the middle of the room or into the spare room. She was going to paint her room with or without Kara, but hoped that it would be with her.
The windows were already taped, and drop clothes were everywhere. Amy had picked out a cool blue, and a few darker shades for accents, and a small can of white and another of black for the lines she wanted along the top of the accents. It was all very complicated, but she had already taped it all off, and was ready to start. If nothing else Kara would call and she would just pause her painting and take a break. Pouring the cooler shade of blue into the pan Amy grabbed the roller and started to run the color to the wall. It was the first time since she was a kid that she had actually painted a room. Apartments weren't so keen on painting the walls, unless it was white to cover a patch job from a hole that got there somehow.
Still as Amy spread the blue tint onto the wall she felt like this was finally going to become her home. Finally, she was going to feel at ease somewhere besides at her Dad's house. It was funny that it took her this long to actually feel old enough to settle down. Even when she was with Tucker, it was never settled. That was always just chaos, but chaos had seemed to work for them. At least for a while.
Things were different, and times had changed. Tucker moved on and it was about time that Amy started living for herself. Starting with the blue paint she was covering the walls with.
By the time she finally called Kara, she got her voicemail. "Hey Kara, I didn't forget about you at all. I'm free the whole weekend, and even asked for Monday off. Come on over whenever and we can get to painting! I also have all your paperwork and stuff, so give me a call, and I'll come pick you up if you want." Amy figured that Kara would call her at some point and arrangements would be made, and it would be all set. That was on Thursday and here it was Saturday morning and Amy had been up since six. She showered and got dressed, and then finished the actual moving of furniture that she started the night before. All of the furniture in her bedroom had either been moved to the middle of the room or into the spare room. She was going to paint her room with or without Kara, but hoped that it would be with her.
The windows were already taped, and drop clothes were everywhere. Amy had picked out a cool blue, and a few darker shades for accents, and a small can of white and another of black for the lines she wanted along the top of the accents. It was all very complicated, but she had already taped it all off, and was ready to start. If nothing else Kara would call and she would just pause her painting and take a break. Pouring the cooler shade of blue into the pan Amy grabbed the roller and started to run the color to the wall. It was the first time since she was a kid that she had actually painted a room. Apartments weren't so keen on painting the walls, unless it was white to cover a patch job from a hole that got there somehow.
Still as Amy spread the blue tint onto the wall she felt like this was finally going to become her home. Finally, she was going to feel at ease somewhere besides at her Dad's house. It was funny that it took her this long to actually feel old enough to settle down. Even when she was with Tucker, it was never settled. That was always just chaos, but chaos had seemed to work for them. At least for a while.
Things were different, and times had changed. Tucker moved on and it was about time that Amy started living for herself. Starting with the blue paint she was covering the walls with.