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A slight breeze moved the French lace curtains as Karen
leaned against the verandah doorframe. She watched the men
struggle with the awkward and heavy feather mattress she had
re-upholstered. The ornate bed was large and high off the
carpeted floor. She had fallen in love with it the moment she
and Bonnie had seen it at the estate sale.
The antique maple bed and steps matched her furnishings
in the room to perfection. This room for some particular
reason was the only one in her home furnished with antiques,
right down to her eagle photographs in ornately carved
frames. Normally, Karen was comfortable with anything and
everything modern. It wasn't until the past year that she'd
started replacing her bedroom furniture with antiques.
After the men left, she spent the afternoon organizing and
moving the rest of her bedroom. Nodding her head in agree-ment
with herself, she looked about the room with a critical
eye. It was almost as if the bed was the last piece of the puzzle.
Its headboard was strategically placed against the wall with
the two windows from floor to ceiling on each side. The bed
faced the verandah, the armoire to the right of the bed, the
bureau and matching vanity to its left. Karen smiled. The
room looked comfortable and inviting.
