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Grissom woke early in the morning, ready to do some serious housecleaning. He had managed to rope three full days off to get it done and frankly, if he was honest with himself, the house really needed it. He talked himself out of bed and into the shower, deciding he better get clean himself before tackling the house.
Donned in sweats and socks he headed for the first room to tackle, the kitchen. Although he was a clean man he noticed over the previous couple of months that it really needed some sprucing up. He decided then to do more than just clean; he went to the hardware store and bought paint and everything.
Laying out the tarp to cover his hardwood floor he opened the can of paint. As he stirred the contents he remembered the one time he had been in Sara's apartment. The rich color on the walls was what inspired the color for his kitchen. It reminded him of the finest red wine and of the finest woman.
He poured the paint into the tray and dipped in the brush. As he painted he wondered what Sara would think of the choices he made for the transformation now taking place in his house. He wondered briefly if he was doing this for himself or for her.
Shrugging his shoulders and finishing with the paint brush he decided he didn't care. He reached down and filled the roller with the deep color dubbed "Sonoma Wine" and began to fill in the body of the walls. When he was done he stood back and looked at his work with satisfaction.
Catherine would have been proud of him if she had witnessed him in the store earlier in the month. He actually managed to find matching accessories for the kitchen to go with the paint color and by the time he was done his kitchen had been transformed into something out of a magazine.
Satisfied with his work and feeling a bit hungry from it, he decided to put the functionality of his kitchen to the test. As he ate his sandwich he thought about what he was going to do with the next room and smiled. Placing his dirty dish in the sink he looked over at his living room.
The stark white walls and very manly, mismatched furnishings spoke of him or the old him. He was going through a transformation just like his house. He walked into the living room armed with boxes, clearing everything off the shelves of the worn out bookcase. It had seen better days.
He also cleared everything off the makeshift desk he had created out of an old table, putting the files and assorted items carefully in boxes. When he was done clearing all the debris he pushed all the furniture into the middle of the room and began the same process in this room as he had done in the kitchen.
This time the color being applied to the walls was a nice sage. He was just putting the finishing touches on the paint a couple of hours later when the doorbell rang. He glanced at his watch and smiled, 'right on time' he thought. He opened the door and let the movers in.
They removed his old furniture and began bringing in the new stuff. The couch was a large overstuffed, wine colored three seater with black and sage accent pillows. There was a matching chair to accompany it and he had them arranged so they accented the space.
Next to come in was a set of tables, two side tables and one coffee. They were all made from rich, dark wood with glass inset in the top and rot iron feet. Lamps that matched the feet of the tables were set on top of them and a bookcase made from the same rich wood was placed on the far wall.
The room really began to come together when the delivery guys brought in his new desk and placed it where the old one was. Last, but not least, was the dining room table and chairs, placed in the dining area awaiting a candlelit dinner. He thanked the men as they left, giving them a nice tip then closed the door and looked back at his transforming space.
As he began to unload the boxes he thought about how he would love to have that candlelit dinner with Sara. How he could make her dinner and then gaze upon her skin aglow from the flames. He placed books on shelves and trinkets on surfaces. He nailed picture hooks in walls and hung a collection of butterflies, deciding the other bugs could go in his study.
He took the last two boxes from the room and headed over to his new desk. The rich, dark wood practically glowed and the new black leather chair was as comfortable as it looked. He placed a box on the floor and sat in the seat, luxuriating in its comfort he thought change wasn't that bad.
He opened the first box and placed the work folders neatly in the lower right drawer then leaned in for the rest of the paperwork for work, placing them in their perspective slots. Breaking down the box and reaching for the next he could feel his life changing.
He pulled out the stack of mishmash personal papers and began to sort and file them. While he was sorting through the papers an unopened envelope fell from the stack. He looked at the official court seal used to seeing it on papers he got all the time. It was the department it came from that took him by surprise.
Making sure his name was on the recipients' part he turned it around and opened it. Taking in a deep breath he carefully unfolded the paper and stared at the contents. Again the paper itself was of no significance; it was something he was witness to on almost a daily basis in his line of work.
It was the names and signatures that caught him off guard. He stared at the names on the paper…and the signatures.
Groom: Gilbert Grissom
Bride: Sara Sidle
Under the typed names were two signatures, his and Sara's.
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