From Real Art to a Fictional Character

Fio never realized she lived in a house that had more paintings hanging on the walls than a church cathedral. Most of them are hers, of course, and they're pretty damn good, even if she has to say so herself. But what is she going to do with them in the new house? Will there will be room for them all?
     What the heck, there are always ceilings, and your girl climbs a ladder like a monkey.
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Hmmmf--the morning Realtor gently dropped it on Fiorella that she has to move all the cardboard boxes that she's filled into the garage so buyers can seen the inside of the house better, but moving boxes is not part of Fio's job description--or her capabilities.
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Bastrop Son has arranged for Mom to get a couple of rolls of chicken fencing to protect the iron plants from the deer. but who will put it into place for her? Again, it's not part of her job description.
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When it rains, it pours--not only did the afternoon Realtor came by, but Fernando and his helper showed up a day early to finish off the backyard pathway, all of which had Fio running back and forth. Thank goodness Bastrop Son was here to cover for her.
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Oops, Fio's day wasn't finished yet. The second she heard flagstones being dropped into place on the pathway, she was off the couch and outside, where her worst fears were realized. Fernando and helper were scattering the stones helter-skelter, while your girl wanted them to be laid in a design. She was outside rearranging flagstones before her crew knew what had hit them.