Then, three days before we were due back, he said something that caught them both off guard. “You’re right,” he said calmly. “Maybe it’s time I moved out.
Could you help me pack my things?”
You just rest.”
Bob added, “We’ll make this place shine again.”
Janet leaned in, lowering her voice just enough to sound smug. “Can you believe it? He’s actually going through with it.”
Bob chuckled.
“Told you he’d come around. Old folks hate conflict.”
Janet nodded, glancing around the living room. “I already have ideas for the curtains.
Maybe some light blues — open up the space.”
Bob smirked. “And that study? I’m turning it into a media room.
