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    When Hope is Lost.

     

    Before they arrived home, they went to a grocery store and bought a few items so that they could eat for the next few days. Bette found out that she could order groceries online and have them delivered. That thought excited her. They also found a store where they bought a blowup bed for that evening so that they could get a good night sleep. After that they bought two sleeping bags, one for each of them and two pillows. They looked at each other and giggled for the great time they were having shopping together.

     

     

    By the end of the weekend, they had their new home all set up and ready to live in as a family. Since they both loved art and creating it, Bette had set up the room left over as a studio for the both of them with colored pencils, tablets, easels, paints, canvases and plenty of brushes. Ozzie was most excited about that as he could now do some drawing and painting, something he had missed since Rose’s passing. He hugged Bette for a very long time with his excitement. She returned it back to him with hers.

     

    His room was in the downstairs and was set up with his bunk beds and a dresser, a small shelve with lots of books and toys and a small desk. The bathroom was right across the hall from him and was set up with a stool to use to reach the sink. Bette had purchased a baby monitor that she could use to listen to him at night and be available in case that he needed her. He liked that thought as going up the stairs could be difficult at night. They talked about nightlights and located some where he felt it would be helpful for him at night. Next to his room was the art studio that he could use whenever he wanted which excited him.

     

    Bette’s room was in the upstairs. It was a suite with a walk-in closet, huge bathroom and good-sized bedroom where her queen bed was along with a dresser and two bedside tables with lamps. The walls were a light sage in color and it made her room feel cozy and calm. She loved that.

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