Ellie had decided to do some cleaning in the catch all room.
"What are you doing?" Roger acted like she'd committed murder by the way he walked around the empty room.
"We might need this room other than a place for all your crap." She told him, leaning against the broom wishing she could take a nap now.
"I don't think so." Roger shook his head.
"Wouldn't it be nice if we had a place for Rosie to stay the next time she comes." Ellie liked the idea. Sort of a guestroom. There was a futon that could go in here, too. And she had her eye on a crib from Target.
"Are you pregnant?" He looked at her blankly.
"Well." Roger looked at her as if she had to be crazy.
"It was just junk in here. Stuff you don't even need." Ellie glared at him. He glared back as if he was about to have a fit. "WHERE'S MY STUFF!"
"I packed it all up and put it in plastic boxes in that empty closet in the basement." She told him.
"I was meaning to do that," he said politely then.
"So its settled," Ellie said. "We can make the place into a guest room." She wanted to paint it a new green. Not quite neon, but fresh, just the same.
"All right." Roger remained even lipped.