While Annita continued work on her hat, Delia's was hard at work in her mother's room. Leaving such an elderly woman wasn't the safest thing to do, she was confident that Annita wouldn't do anything stupid.
Pulling out the various boys clothes that still remained, she threw them into the hallway. Focusing back on the closet, she got to hanging Annita's new clothes. Hopefully, she would like what had been picked out for.
"Perfect." she thought and looked over to the desk. While that still needed to be cleared off, there was more than enough room to set down the hearing aids so that Annita would see them. Even if that did give her another idea of something she could do for her mother - glasses.
Perhaps a pair that were bit more on the vintage side. Given enough time, she would become so accustomed to wearing these she couldn't do without. Wishful thinking on her part.
"I hope this is what you want, Annita."
Exiting the room, she headed for her own room.
