NIRELLE

"I expected pink walls and flowers everywhere." I looked up from the bed where I was flipping through magazines. They were scattered all over the floor. The timid young girl had been of help and even slipped me the number of an interior designer who would be willing to help me.

"He is not that popular, but he is good," she said while shyly handing me the card. "And maybe a recommendation from you might help his career."

"Of course I will consider him," I said. If I could help others, then why wouldn't I?" Now I was swamped in the recommended magazines, trying to make sense of it....