Grace sat next to Shavon at the table, got a plate and cookie before pouring a half glass of milk. “I knew you’d love what he did to that room.”
“Dad, can I go play? Maybe the baby can come with me. I’ll only go to the living room.” Davy’s plate was so clean it could have been put back in the cupboard instead of the dirty dishes.
“I picked up some toys and put them in a large basket in the living room that they can play with,” said Grace.
“It’s okay with me if it’s okay with Shavon.” He looked over at her.
Shavon smiled at the boy and then stood. “I think that’s a fine idea. Georgie will like that.” She unbuckled the baby and picked her up. Then she walked to the sink and washed Georgie’s face and hands with a paper towel before setting her on the floor.
Davy put out his hand to the baby.
Georgie took it with her left hand and put her right thumb in her mouth.
The children walked out of the kitchen.
Shavon looked over at Brody. “Back to our discussion. I want sliding doors on the closets, that will give the rooms more space. Do you think bookshelves can be built into the walls? Also, I’d like a couple of the smaller bedrooms combined to make one nice-sized bedroom.”
Brody shook his head. “Not all of the walls will take to bookshelves. You’ll lose valuable space if you do. Instead, I’d put the bookshelves above the headboards so it looks like the headboards are part of the wall. If you want me to, I’ll make the changes to the room Davy and I are in, so you can see the effect.”
She looked at her hands where they were clasped on the table. “If I might ask, where is your wife?”
Grace stood and cleared the table taking the empty dishes to the sink. She left the cookies on the table.
He clenched his jaw several times before saying through gritted teeth. “She died.”
“I’m sorry for your loss.”
“I’m not but thank you.”
Based on the flat line of his mouth, Shavon was sure there was more to the story. She’d have to wait and see if he shared more with her. And what if he didn’t? Grace might know, she’d ask her.