All Jon could do was watch them strip everything out of his mother's room. Furniture, the bed, the pictures on the wall.
After it was empty, they started working, putting a dropcloth over his mother like she was a piece of furniture they didn't want to damage.
A new, but identical set of workmen started to bring in new things...a new dresser, new bed, and new pictures for the wall. But they were different.
The room didn't look like his mother's anymore. It looked more like...
