My mom is done fiddling around in my room, for the time being, she says. She didn’t do much but it really is a big change. And I’m not one for change.
So, if I don’t look, it doesn’t exist. That’s my theory and I’m sticking to it.
Okay, so you caught me looking at the change. Honestly, I just don’t know what to think.
“I can tell everyone what to think!” Viola volunteers. “Just give me a minute to prepare.”
Then Viola went off and got situated. “Okay, I’m ready, she said. “Tell them I think it’s purr-ty!
This is what mom had been fiddling with. She painted the dark brown “accent wall” a soft blue, and her not being a blue person in the very least. “No more brown,” she says, choosing to ignore the brown fleece cat blanket on the bed. She likes the blue. Viola certainly likes it. It’s just a matter now of winning Ruby over.