For the rest of the visit Isla stayed with Duncan, washing the peach and picking a few more -after they insisted- to take home so they could make peach cobbler. Adam had said they would have loved to stay for dinner but there were things that needed attending before the decorators came by on Monday and so they made their apologies, set a date later in the week and traded contact information. It was hard to contact Adam and Isla, they hadn't got mobiles and the phone line was being installed on Monday but they had e-mail addresses they could be contact on in the mean time. 

Adam remained quiet about what was spoken of in the shed and by the time they got home it was almost dinner. Toast with marmalade became their dinner and while they enjoyed that and a hot drink they discussed the neighbours they had met. Other from the neighbourhood seemed kind, somewhat boring in comparison to what dominated most of their time. The chatty and over sharing Miller's. It baffled them both how anyone could speak so freely and easily to complete strangers about the biggest tragedies their family had faced. Since both had very similar experiences with the family they put it down to just one of those oddities of the town. 

They spent the rest of the evening moving things around and out of the main rooms to be decorated and into the spare room. They had decided that they could make that up another time after all, Isla would sleep there tonight and Adam in the living room before moving the sofa up to the spare room so the men had a free run of the house. 

“We can go shopping while they decorate but maybe you'd like to see if Duncan will show you around the town? It's probably easier to get to know the place with a kid than an old man.” 
“You're not [i]that[/i] old.” Isla teased back with a smile, sitting on the sofa with him. “I guess I could, he seems harmless enough right? A little bizarre but not dangerous at least.” She remembered the peaches in the kitchen and smiled faintly, “Though I do get the Stepford vibe from that family. Though that could just be the way people are here right? It sounds like he has a lot of friends too so I could meet them probably.” 
“Yeah… alright that's settled I'll drop by once we let the decorators in and we'll see if he wants to take you out for a bit. Any problems though just...”
“Call?”
“Yeah.”
“That'll be...”
“Tricky, yeah...” Adam rubbed the back of his neck and sighed faintly, “I'll see if the agent has those burner phones for us… that doesn't mean you get to go chatting all the time.” Isla just smiled and nodded softly. Soon after the pair turned in for the night and though fitful, managed to sleep for at least a little while. 

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[b]Monday 7th August 2017[/b]

Isla and Adam were up early, they cleared the rooms and managed to tidy out any lingering messes. There wasn't much in the fridge so they managed to unplug it and bring it out to the middle of the room so that it could be painted around.

Soon there was a knock at the door and two men in decorators overalls stood grinning up at them, they'd been vetted by the police, but Adam still didn't fully trust them. 
“Good morning Mister, you spoke with our boss about a...well a full make over right?”
“That's right come in.” Adam spent twenty minutes going over the plan for each room, carefully pointing out the details they'd want. It was discussed that to get the whole house down would take about five days. They spent another hour going over paint colorus and hues, carpet options, shelving and anything else the pair wanted before agreeing the best room to start with would be Isla's room. She showed them what paints and carpet and the modification to the lighting she'd like. “Right, we'll need to take some measurements and then head out to the supplier to get the paints and carpet you want, we'll be back in about an hour alright?” And with that they left. Adam got ready to go out himself and he turned to Isla and gave her a nudge to go and see if Duncan was around. 

She got changed, another pretty little summer dress with a more bohemian style, it had long flowing sleeves and hung off of one shoulder slightly. Due to the nearly see through quality of the dress she wore a black tank top underneath and a pair of cycling shorts to keep her modest. The skirt fell to the top of her knees and was shaped by a wide belt of tan leather around her waist. She wore matching tan sandals with her toe nails and fingernails painted the same eggshell hue of her dress. Her hair was held from her face by a flower headband and she had with her a handbag made of linen and leather. In it was her purse of course, all cash rather than credit card and with no identification cards. 

She crossed the street to the neighbours, pursed her lips which were coated in a pale bubblegum gloss and knocked lightly on the door. When the door was answered she smiled faintly at Duncan, “So the decorators are going to be in all day and my Uncle would rather me not be around while they're busy… so he thought if you weren't busy maybe you'd give me a tour of the town? I've got to pick up some things for my room but I don't actually know where anything is.” She said sheepishly. “If you're busy though, don't worry. Could you just tell em where the bus stop is and which one I take?”