The Right Move
Lydia looked around the now empty apartment and wondered, not for the first time, what she was doing. No the house wasn’t her dream, it had so many shortcomings when compared to her list of desires, but it would be theirs free and clear in ninety days; hopefully that was enough to justify settling.
“Mom. Mom! MOM!”
Lydia turned towards her screaming son, “What’s wrong Jacob?”
“Katie spilled her juice box in the hall.”
“No I didn’t, Jake did it!”
“Nah-uh!”
“Yes you did!”
“Stop it! Both of you go stand by the moving van and don’t move, I need to clean up the spill, then we’ll go.” Lydia watched the disastrous duo head out the door, wishing the spill could have waited for the new house and its laminate flooring instead of carpet.
The grape juice was a pain to get out of the beige carpet, but eventually the oxy worked its magic and the spill faded from sight. Lydia grabbed her cleaning supplies and hurried to join her children with a newfound certainty that this was the right move.
Sounds as though its a good omen.
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