Setting Things Up
If it hadn't been for the insistence and help of Grams, Phoebe would never have been able to afford the three bedroom house that she and Cole were renting in town. (Grams had insisted on the three bedrooms. She had wanted to make sure that Phoebe had a place to practice and build on who she was.) So she had spent the last few days rearranging furniture and unpacking stuff. When not one but TWO moving trucks showed up, Phoebe was confused. She knew the smaller one was from Grams, but she had no idea where the other one had come from.
"You Phoebe Halliwell?" the strange looking demon driving the other truck demanded.
Phoebe sighed. Cole sent him, of course.
She directed furniture from both men, showing the one up the stairs. The house she was renting was actually a split level loft-type house and the upper level was their bedroom.
After the bedroom was suited to her agreement, she rearranged the living room set that Grams had sent from the manor.
After the movers were gone, Phoebe collapsed onto the couch. "Well, we don't have a dining room table or desks yet, but we have a bedroom and a couch, damn it."
When Cole came in, they'd probably go shopping at one of the stores in town to get the rest of whatever they might need.
"You Phoebe Halliwell?" the strange looking demon driving the other truck demanded.
Phoebe sighed. Cole sent him, of course.
She directed furniture from both men, showing the one up the stairs. The house she was renting was actually a split level loft-type house and the upper level was their bedroom.
After the bedroom was suited to her agreement, she rearranged the living room set that Grams had sent from the manor.
After the movers were gone, Phoebe collapsed onto the couch. "Well, we don't have a dining room table or desks yet, but we have a bedroom and a couch, damn it."
When Cole came in, they'd probably go shopping at one of the stores in town to get the rest of whatever they might need.