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“Babe, there’s a hotel just up the road, we can always stay there.” Frankie huffs, looking around the empty space, his voice echoing on the empty walls and off the hardwoods under his feet. “We don’t have anything.”
You grin, looking around the bare walls and dreaming of the possibilities of what the space would look like when you fill it with your furniture, your paintings and photos spaced out on the walls. Over the fireplace would hang the shadow box with Frankie’s uniform, his medals and ribbons on display and the flag that he had flown while he was in Iraq his first tour over there.
“TMO will be here in the morning.” You argue playfully. “We used to do this all the time.”
