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surrounded by turmoil when he was at work, so he demanded that our home be a calm and soothing place. I was never a problem child and didn’t argue with him; I enjoy the serenity of silence. Overhearing Claire and her brother fight admittedly unnerved me, because I’ve never lived in a place where people yelled. My dad and I prefer to brush things aside and avoid discussing them.
    One-one thousand, two-one thousand, three-one thousand… I count inside my head to sooth my jangled nerves. It’s a trick my grandmother taught me when I was younger and I still use it in times of distress.
    When I feel ready to think about the situation, I force myself to believe that there is no need to stress. I’ve never had a sibling, let alone a roommate, so who I am to say what is normal? I decide then and there not to judge Claire or her sexy brother.

    Later that afternoon, Claire decides to venture over to the gym, and I leave the apartment to take photos for a blog post. River North is known for some posh furniture shops, and I plan on making relationships with some of the staff for my blog and my, with a lot of hard work, new clients.
    With my camera dangling around my neck and purse looping around my shoulder, I go first to a store on Chicago and Wells called møbler, the Danish word for furniture. It’s an ultra modern store with stark white walls and decor low to the ground.
    “Can I help you?” A twig of a man in a red plaid shirt gives me a sterile smile to match the environment of the store. When it comes to my livelihood, I push my shyness aside and slip into professional mode.
    “Hi, I’m Eddie Neff,” I extend my hand to his for a quick, firm shake, and launch into my spiel about Your Perfect Place and my design work.
    I explain to him that I want to use items from his store to feature in my blog and with my virtual clients. This is usually a win-win situation for me and the store clerks: me, because I already have a paying client, them because I will refer them clients. Once I’ve established a relationship with the clerk, they oftentimes will send some clients to me and allow me to take snaps in their store for my blog. Soren, the salesman at this store, is no different from the others I’ve made friends with in the past, despite his cool exterior.
    Once I get Soren’s contact information, I bop out of møbler and visit several other stores. An hour later, my cell phone has several new contacts and I’m ready to write a new blog post with some of the items I found on my trip. I decide to prolong my walk until blisters start to threaten my sandaled feet. Then I turn back for home.
    Leading with my shoulder, I nudge my way back into the condo. Again, I hear noise, but this time it seems like the muted murmur of voices on a television. I’m surprised to see both Grants in front of the TV. In an attempt not to disturb them, I walk as soundlessly as possible into the living space. Neither one turns to acknowledge me, and at closer glance it looks like Claire is asleep. She’s wrapped in a plush ivory blanket, head tucked against a pillow in the corner of the couch. At her feet, on the other end of the couch, is Harris. He also appears sleeping, now that I can study him. His arms are crossed and his hands are tucked into his sides. Long, thick lashes make shadows against his cheeks and hide his stormy gray eyes.
    They look like blonde angels, resting before their next task from the heavens. I grin at the thought and walk past them into my bedroom. Looks like they made up. Good.
    I shut the door gently behind me, pull my computer off my dresser, and flop down on my bed. I connect my camera to the device and begin uploading the photos. The next few blog posts are already scheduled, because I worried that I might need more time to adjust and would be unable to blog. So I start drafting new content.
    A little while later, there’s a tap at my door and Claire pokes her head inside.
    “Whatcha doing?” she asks in a