Cynthia  wasn’t watching the T.V. anymore than Tracy was. In the corner of her mind, she could feel that both their thoughts were elsewhere. She should break the silence, she knew she owed him a few choice conversations after recent events, but she couldn’t muster the energy.<br/><br/>Moving was exhausting, she reasoned, stretching her sore muscles out as she grab another slice of pizza. Most of their things were still in boxes. Cynthia had spent a majority of the day organizing and, for the most part, disposing of her grandmother’s things. Out went the couches, beds, and chairs. There was no way Cynthia could sit in those and not be freaked out. Where in the house did they find Gram dead again? Those details had been blotted out by the shock, and she didn’t care to ask her great-uncle, the only other blood-relative that had come to the wake. He was long gone, anyway, back to his ranch in Texas.<br/><br/>Now it was just her and Tracy and the tables and the rugs and the tupperware.<br/><br/>She would have disposed of the whole house, and maybe she'd get around to selling it, but for now she needed it.  It'd been ten months since she graduated with a degree in ecological sciences and she still couldn't score a job that didn't involve registers and minimum wage. Besides, it had been her inheritance. Her grandmother’s will clearly stated the estate was to be handed down to the females in her line; not to her brother in Texas, nor her son working in Australia, but to the girls or no one at all. The weirdness of it made Cynthia's head ache, but she didn't expect much else from her estranged family. They were all complicated, to put it mildly, and that was all Tracy was told about it-- It’s complicated.<br/><br/>Her grandmother was dead, her mother was dead, the house was hers. Simple.<br/><br/>Tracy and her, living in this big house together.  Simple.<br/><br/><br/>She gave a sidelong glance, watching him as he seemed to give his pizza great consideration before chowing happily on it. A smile tugged at her lips.   “You’re right,” she announced, tilting sideways until she was leaning into the nook of his side.  She stretched out her legs, taking up the two other cushions as she squirmed a bit excessively against his side.  “Your couch is more comfortable. I’ll never scoff at Craigslist again.”<br/><br/>She didn’t give him a chance to be smug or bask in his victory, lightly hitting his chest with a lazy swing of her hand. “You gotta move my futon into the attic, though.” She grinned up at him, shoving the entirety of her pizza crust in her mouth in one go.