Every House Has a Secret - 37

 

 

Ken and Carol were standing on the porch. Ken said, glancing at his wife, "She's nosy. She wants to see what you've done to the place."

 

"Yeah, blame it on me," she retorted. "It was his idea." She winked at Brady.

 

Brady laughed, stepping aside to let them in. "We'll give you the grand tour."

 

They did, eliciting 'oohs' and 'ahs' from their neighbors. 

 

"It's absolutely beautiful," Carol said when they back in the living room again.

 

"If a bit empty," Ken added.

 

"That's the next step, moving," Rand replied.

 

"If you need help, holler," Ken said.

 

Brady shook his head. "Thanks, but we're going to be practical and hire a moving company. Given the amount of furniture we have, or don't have, it might still look half empty when we're finished."

 

Carol grinned. "Then you get to go shopping." She looked around. "Curtain rods and curtains for every room, a couple of throw rugs in here, pictures for the walls."

 

"Carol," Ken muttered.

 

"Pictures, we have," Rand told her. "And throw rugs." He glanced at his husband. "I guess we go shopping again for more rods and curtains. What we have at the apartment will work…for all of four windows."

 

Carol made a couple of suggestions for what else they needed before Ken told her, "Enough. I'm sure they have a list that's a page long already."

 

"Half a page," Brady said, sighing. "It's never ending."

 

"Give it a month and you'll be settled in and won't need anything more," Ken told him. "Right now, I'm taking my shopaholic home before she comes up with any more ideas."

 

"They're nice people," Rand said when the Malones had left.

 

"You're just figuring that out?"

 

"Well…no. We'd better get back to the apartment. We have a lot to do and it won't get done standing here, admiring our handiwork."

 

"Ain't that the truth?"