The delivery men were happy to hump the trunk into the hallway, but their expressions dropped when she asked them to take it up to the first floor. After much huffing and puffing, heaving and hoeing, they eventually got it up to the landing. Valerie directed them to the bedroom and humped the trunk in there. “This your daughter’s room?” one asked.
“Yes.” Valerie lied before giving them each a tip, thanking them and showing them out. She shut the door and with wistful eyes, Valerie stared up the stairs towards David’s bedroom. She couldn’t wait to see what was in the trunk, although she did have a pretty good idea. The clothes her brother Wilfred had to wear, and more recently, those her nephew Michael was given weren’t what normal girls his age would wear.