<div style="text-align: justify;">Christine shrugged her shoulders softly. "I don't know, honey. It's just a gut feeling. I'm probably being silly. But I don't like them, something... just feels odd." After this explanation, Christine didn't insist further. They would discuss the details after they moved in, after all. It was better to secure the house first, and then focus on how they wanted it to be. There was so much to do, the paintings could wait.<br/><br/>At Leigh's comment, the agent nodded. "Well, it is complimentary, and this whole moving thing is sometimes better done by a professional. You know, no broken furniture and things of the sort." While Christine signed on her part of the papers, she nodded. "I think she has a point, honey. There are some of the stuff I still have in storage I would hate to see damaged, like my grandma's piano, and your desk, too. Of course, you get the final say."<br/><br/>Christine walked up to the front window and looked outside at the street for a moment. Something inside her really hoped they were making the right decision, but the young woman chalked it up to anxiety with such a large financial commitment.</div>