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“This one,” Mr. Rollins said, pointing to one of the paint sample cards Gary had spread out on the table. “Right, honey?”
Mrs. Rollins looked as if she was going to debate him—again—as she had with the choices for the carpeting and the drapes. Gary bit back a sigh of relief when she nodded instead.
“That should do it, for now,” Gary told them. “Unless you decide otherwise, I’ll have my people here first thing tomorrow morning to get started.”
“That will be fine. Thank you for putting up with our—” he looked at his wife, “—indecisiveness.”He hugged her, to take the sting out of his words, Gary was certain. She smiled, kissing her husband’s cheek.