The walls were a pale shade of peach and the wall to wall carpet was a dark shade of peach. It had been Donna’s parents room but she’d redone it in a more feminine style.
“You mean the peach room, right? I forget all about that room, except for when I have to dust it,” El admitted.
“Yes, that’s my old room. There are tons of the lingerie I wore as a teen in that room, things I wore from about age eight until I was sixteen and I moved into that other room we shared when you were a child. I’m sure there are several nighties in there you could wear until I buy you some of your own, El.”
“Oh, I’d like that, mommie,” El gushed. “You know I love wearing things you’ve worn before. I’ve seen pictures of you at my age, and you were so pretty. Can we go and look for a nightie now? Please?”
