Eleanor sank into her new sofa feeling utterly exhausted. Had it really only been a day? She lost count of the number of stores Nailah dragged her to and she did mean dragged her. Where did that woman find the energy?
Their first stop had been the mattress store where she not only secured a bed but a small bedroom set as well: dresser and two nightstands for delivery in the afternoon. Then it was one store after another: secondhand stores, thrift shops, consignment stores and antique shops. At first, Eleanor was apprehensive. Everything her mother ever bought came from catalogs.
It was a new experience to actually touch and sit on what she was buying and Nailah was an excellent companion shopper. Eleanor had been quite happy to merely pay the asking price, but there were numerous times
