On the truck.
Carole glanced over at Anthea, saying softly, "We've been neighbors for years, always running into each other. I think you were a bit harsh just now..."
"What's so bad about it?" Nanson chimed in while maneuvering the steering wheel, "You really want to play nice with someone like Beulah? She's nothing but a backstabber. I've been wanting to give her a piece of my mind! Carole, you're just too soft! If it wasn't for that, back in the day..."
At that point, Nanson seemed to realize something and quickly changed the subject, "Oh hey Ann, we're taking a left at the next intersection, right?"
"Yeah, that's right," Anthea nodded.
Before long, they arrived at the entrance to their apartment complex.
Moving from a dingy basement to a sunny three-bedroom apartment was a bit of a transition for Carole. She marveled at the brand-new furniture, "Ann, the rent here must be steep, huh?"
"It's not too bad, really. Anyway, let me show you around. This is the dining room, over there is the living room, and here's the kitchen..."
"Ann, which room am I staying in?" Nanson's voice echoed from inside.
"Pick any room you like," Anthea replied.
Nanson chose the second bedroom, "I'll take this one then."
Anthea continued, "If you take the second bedroom, Mom, you should have the master bedroom."
"No, Ann, you’d better take the master bedroom." Carole protested.
Anthea carried Carole's suitcase into the master bedroom, "Just do as I said, or I'll be upset!"
"Well, then," Carole chuckled, shaking her head in resignation before adding, "What do you fancy for lunch? I'll cook."
Carole's condition was improving day by day. She was particularly spry save for some morning fatigue.
"I love anything you make," Anthea said with a smile.
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