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By Saturday morning, Millie had been sleeping in her own room for five nights and had developed opinions about paint that would have terrified a professional decorator.
“This purple.”
She pointed at the darker can.
I held up the lighter one. “You picked this one for three walls.”
“I changed my mind.”
Benny, kneeling beside a drop cloth, whispered, “Rookie mistake. Never give the client options.”
Millie heard him. “I’m the client.”
“You’re not paying.”
She planted both hands on her hips.
Benny looked at me. “I withdraw my objection.”
Nixx laughed from the doorway while Charlie carried the last stack of books out of the room so we could paint without destroying them. Millie had insisted everyone help, which meant my daughter had somehow assembled an entire crew to redecorate a
