Yvette stopped at the base of the stairs and retrieved a small notebook and a silver pen from her handbag. Flipping the notebook open she followed Annie up the stairs and to the first bedroom. She hesitated momentarily as she opened her notebook and walked in.
"This is my bedroom," Annie announced proudly,"and this," she said indicating the small monstrosity located in the corner "is my pink princess kitten bed."
Yvette eyeballed the room and wrote the following in her notebook. "Room and bed are painted the color of pink normally found in bottles of digestive medicine. Princess kitten is an incompetent cartoon of what I suppose is kitten wearing a tiara. All must change."
"Did you pick out this interesting color yourself or did your fathers help you," She asked, delicately arching an eyebrow.
"I told my dad I wanted a pretty pink princess kitten room and he painted the whole thing for me. He picked out the colors and everything. He even painted the princess kitten on my bed."
"I see," Yvette answered, "and did my son help out in this project?"
"Oh no," Annie said doing what Yvette imagined was a rather good imitation of her son. "Squigman, if you think for one second I am going to assist you in creating this vomit of a room, you can think again. I refuse to be involved in this affront to good taste."
"Hmm," Yvette thought to herself, my granddaughter has a large hearted father with hideous taste."
"And this," Annie said opening one of doors leading off the bedroom, is the bathroom I shard with dad. Oh dear,"
"What," Yvette answered as she stepped forward and saw for herself. Someone had used the litter box and had not covered up his business. A very large someone going by the pile in the center of the box.
"You just wait right here grandmom and I'll just cover it up," Annie squeaked scrambling to deal with the offensive scene in front of her.
"You'll do no such thing," Yvette ordered as she snatched her back out the bathroom. " The culprit will march his parts back up here and clean up his mess. I assume the state of his room is reflected in this mess."
"Dad isn't much into cleaning so we generally just shut his door." Annie explained trying to block her grandmother's entrance into the next room.
It didn't work as Yvette steamrolled on by her and with paws crossed over her chest, surveyed the disaster in front of her. This room was not only hideously messy, but also disgustingly dirty complete with filthy laundry, cobwebs and dustballs the size of small cars. This room needed an earth mover, pest control experts and a team of sanitizers to make it habitable. They would deal with this obscenity later.
"Alright," she said shutting the door. Let's have a look at my son's room. They walked silently down the hall and entered the master suite. The room was large airy and exquisitely decorated. From the black silk toille wallpaper to the crested mahogany bed to the small alcove lined in built in bookshelves, everything was perfect. She walked around measuring the dimensions of the room and turning her head in mid measurement asked, is there an en suite connected to this room? "
"Oh yes," Annie answered excitedly,"it's right here and opened the door to the most perfect bathroom Yvette had ever seen. It came complete with a self sifting cat box, a large framed mirror, a vanity with a marble top, rain shower and chandelier.
"Yes," she said, "all of this will do nicely. We are moving in here tonight."
"We, " Annie asked, confused.
"Yes, Annabelle, you and I are going to take this room as ours. You are going to sleep in the small alcove and I am sleeping right here," she said sitting on the bed. Now why don't we go and tell the boys about our plans"
"Father's not going to like this," Annie muttered under her breath.
"That may be," she answered but this is what we are going to do starting now.
TO BE CONTINUED