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afghan! This is like all my seventies dreams come true. And

the walls are light green to match.” She kept up the running

commentary like Dani had suddenly gone blind and got

amnes

ia about what her own apartment looked like.

“I painted all the walls a different color,” Dani admitted.

“And I didn’t try to match them to the furniture. I got that after

I painted. I guess it just worked out that way. It’s all thrift store

stuff. Or online buy and sell groups.”

Emily inhaled deeply. And then she lifted her hands and she

spun around like she was dancing in the rain or something.

Dani looked up to the ceiling. Nope. The sprinklers hadn’t

come on. She didn’t even have sprinklers up there. When

Emily inhaled again, Dani wondered if she could smell the

essential oil Dani had dabbed on. She didn’t own perfume. She

hated the smell of it, but she did have some vanilla essential

oil that she used on her wool dryer balls. She’d dabbed on a

few droplets.

Certainly not because Emily was coming over. She just

didn’t want to smell bad. It wasn’t a crime to not want to stink.

Emily flopped down on the couch. “I love your place. It’s

amazing.” She sobered, remembering what Dani had told her

earlier. “They’re really doubling your rent?”

“Yup.”

“And they’ll take it if you don’t pay it?”

Dani nodded. Emily had plopped down in the middle of the

couch, so Dani took one of the two overstuffed chairs. “They

probably want to move in somebody with more cash. It’s the

French Quarter. Even though this place is small and was a total

dump when I moved in. I did a lot of the improvements