Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-One: Moving..I

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Dean jerked up. "Truck? We don't have the food put up. Aw, damn it!"

Matt sprang to his feet. "Let's get going then. We can put the truck drivers to work too if need be," he told him.

Dean looked out the window. "It's the appliance truck. There's washers, dryers, refrigerators, microwaves, and heavens knows what else is in that thing. This is how we work it, L, Mello, Matt, Sam and I help the movers. The girls, Bobby, Watari, Near, and Ben take care of the food. Divvy it up, and there's butcher markers in the large storage room. Put your name on the meats and stick them in the freezer. We all have pantries for can goods and stuff. The rest, stick your names on and put on the shelves in the storage, or just stick in there and whoever needs it takes it. Take what you want for your pantries. There's a big walk in fridge in there, put your perishables in it with your names. That will take care of things for now. Extras can stay in it til needed. Let's go. You pick colored appliances to match the kitchens, Sarah?"

"Yup and each should have a marker on it to indicate where it goes but I can guide if need be," she told him.

"Naah, Sis. You go take care of you and Sam. Unless? You like veggie shakes?" Dean ducked and headed out the door towards the stairs.

Near looked confused, "Vegetable shakes?"

Dean yelled back, "Don't look at me. I still like food. Ask Sam. That's his domain."

Sam laughed, following his brother. "You've really confused him now," he said, hearing the chatter behind him as the group went to their assigned tasks.

Dean's laugh could be heard in the main room as he headed towards the front door. "You're the one who drinks those damn health shakes, Sammy. Not me."

"Yeah, yeah," he snarked back playfully. The group assigned to the food began working on it, Watari taking a lot of the junk food due to his wards' diets.

Dean had worked hard on the grocery list one evening. His selection of meats included different roasts in beef, pork, lamb, and goat. He had a friend who knew where to purchase meat from wild game and there was bison, elk, and venison. He had all kinds of poultry, wild and domestic. The seafood and fish had a wide variety. He picked fresh and frozen vegetables. The cakes, candies, sweets of all kinds were in vast amounts. Every kind of beverage imaginable was there. Dean had set up a computerized list. What was not liked or needed to be limited could be corrected. If more of something was needed, more could be ordered and the amount for the next ordered changed. He had set lists for those doing the sorting. If something was needed, it was placed on their list. If anyone else wanted something, they could add to it.

Everyone worked together, getting the food and appliances squared away. As soon as that was done, several more trucks rolled in. These contained the furniture and decorations for each wing and the center area. Sarah sighed, looking at that. "Oh man, we're gonna be at this all day."

Dean looked up and saw the company truck from the sewing store. He bit his bottom lip. "Sam the sewing machine is here, but there's a big Christmas present for Sarah in that truck. It's got to be set up in her work attic today. They will cover it with a large wooden crate and Lisa and I will decorate it for Christmas. You got to keep her out of there until they're done. Keep her decorating down here."

Sam tilted his head, realizing each truck was a specific wing. "Let's get Bobby's done first," he said, taking over to give Dean and Lisa time to get the machine hidden.

The massive quilting machine was taken upstairs and some men began the work of putting it together. It filled the end wall in its entirety. Dean knew that a king-sized quilt could be quilted in the machine in one piece. The quilting patterns were slipped into the machine and the lines were followed. He was bouncing from heels to toes and Lisa could tell he was excited. The sewing machine he had selected was set up within the vicinity of the quilting machine and would be usable immediately. He turned to stare at Lisa and grinned. "She deserves this, you know?"

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