"Lindsey, please come right in and excuse the boxes.  I just moved in myself a short time ago."  She lied easily, not willing to admit that she had not really settled in to her flat yet, even after a month.  "Please have a seat anywhere and I will be right with you."  She dashed into her bedroom, leaving the other woman, who looked younger than her by a year or two, to her own devices.<br/><br/>The white walled flat halfway into the process of being painted a Arizona style tan.  Drop cloths protected the carpeting.  She had been st the project a week, after receiving permission.  An old couch and chairs sat in one corner of the central room, near a battered entertainment center.  The while flat had a large central room with a kitchette, a small parlor with a balcony, and two tiny bedrooms.<br/><br/>Bernadette ran into her bedroom, pulling curlers out of her hair and letting them hit the floor.  She stripped immediately and threw on a pair of old blue Jeans and a faded Ramones concert shirt.  She shoved on her Doc Martin shoes without socks and took just long enough in the mirror to put on eyeliner and lipstick.  Her long, now wavy brown hair, got pulled up into a ponytail.  Only then did she dash back into the main room.