See, I was thinking, once all this is over and Will’s back and you’re not a secret anymore, my parents can get you an actual bed for the basement. Or you can take my room if you want, since I’m down there all the time anyways.
Starling, veteran yard-sale decorator,
stood in the center of the room and turned slowly around. Fredrica had
done a pretty good job with what she had. There were curtains of
flowered chintz. Judging from the piped edges, she had recycled some
slipcovers to make the curtains.
There was a bulletin board with a sash
pinned to it. BHS BAND was printed on the sash in glitter. A poster of
the performer Madonna was on the wall, and another of Deborah Harry and
Blondie. On a shelf above the desk, Starling could see a roll of the
bright self-adhesive wallpaper Fredrica had used to cover her walls. It
was not a great job of papering; but better than her own first effort,
In an average home, Fredrica’s room would
have been cheerful. In this bleak house it was shrill; there was an echo
of desperation in it