But there was still something not quite right about their rental house, Jo knew. It wasn’t just that it was old. She and Sammy were both aware of something odd about it. Luc had done his best to make it theirs, she had to give him credit. He’d replaced the old fridge with a shiny steel German model, and serviced the propane stove so that she could light it without fear of blowing herself up. Then he’d replaced the broken electrical heaters—the only dependable source of warmth in the draughty old place—and installed a few extras. They bought a new bed for themselves, and two vintage wardrobes for their clothes. And they set up a bedroom for Daniel, who would use it on the weekends. Luc’s furniture wasn’t great, Jo thought, but it was functional. And with his big tv and sound system, the downstairs rooms were transformed into something approximating comfort. As soon as they were officially moved in, Luc invited a few people over for an impromptu housewarming. The real reason for the casual party was to introduce Jo to his friends.
