Winter Season

Closet

When Oscar got home from work, Esther was cleaning away. There were a stack of boxes on the porch, some moving blankets and The Rollings Stones were singing their lungs out. He knocked but was sure she didn’t hear him. After several minutes, he knew she didn’t hear him and he let himself in. She was in the kitchen with her back toward him shaking to I can’t get know satisfaction. He could have watched her all day. So he leaned up against the door frame just watching her. She bounced off into the bedroom as the song stopped.

“I knocked,” he called.

She poked her head back out of the bedroom door. “Hey there.”

“Wow! You got a lot done today.” She grinned a big happy grin about her progress. He noticed that she had started in the bigger of the two bedrooms; it was no longer a dirty brown. He assumed it was originally white but time had turned it. But she had painted it beige and had put down dark colored flooring. The smaller bed room had floral wall paper on it. She had stripped all the paper off and painted it egg shell. The original hard wood flooring had been shined. It looked amazing.

“I brought something. Dessert before dinner.”

She smiled, “you know I’m never going to get finished.”

He winked at her, “maybe I like having the company.”

She followed him back to his house. He placed a brown paper bag in the middle of the table, got two bowls, and two spoons.

“Butter Pecan Ice Cream was my dad’s favorite.” He smiled. “Dad only had a top plate of teeth and couldn’t chew the nuts. When he finished his ice cream, there would be a little pile of nuts in the center of the bowl.”

“Thanks for sharing it with me.”

Oscar wanted to kiss her again. But only smiled. Then asked, “where did you get the flooring that you put in the big bedroom?”

“Dollar store.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, it’s clean. It was cheap. And I’m no engineer; but I think it looks good.”

“It looks amazing. What are you going to do with the second bedroom?”

“It’s going to be my closet.” He didn’t say a word only smiled as he ate another spoon of ice cream.

“What no mean comments?”

When they finished, he took her by the hand; leading her to his bedroom. She had noticed a door when she was in here the last time but assumed it was the bathroom. Well she was right, but what she didn’t know was that the bathroom was connected to a huge closet almost the size of his bedroom. It was the most organized closet she’d ever seen. “I have no room to comment on your spare bedroom being turned into a closet.” He smiled.

Winter season