It was a given, that Frank’s sister and her husband would move to Cape Carillon, where Frank and Stella had settled in retirement…just a matter of time…for Stella was a woman of strong, quiet faith, and Frank had observed that she usually got her way with God (as well as with him).
Not surprisingly, as soon as the holiday decorations were packed away she was itching to rearrange the furniture—a pastime she enjoyed far more, and more frequently, than Frank preferred to work up enthusiasm and sweat for…
There was something else on her busy pretty mind, Frank discovered: Stella reckoned it a good time to buy new furniture, and suggested they store the old pieces—in case Nan and Tom might wish to use them when they relocated.
Frank’s periodic back issues dictated the hiring of a couple college boys for the heavy work; and after half the living room had disappeared, he surveyed the empty space and gave Stella a dubious smile.
“Well, Love,” he sighed, “we’ve got a dance floor now”… So, offering his hand to her, they two-stepped as he hummed, “Can’t Take My Eyes Off of You”.
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