I was early, anxious and eager. The garage door was up. I had texted her to let it up for me. I had to hide my Nissan Maxima inside her garage. You never know who may be watching. I was slightly paranoid without reason probably. Kari texted me that the adjoining door to the house from the garage would be unlocked.
I pulled my car in beside her Camry. I stepped out into the garage and it was exceedingly vacant of clutter. My garage was a hoarder’s paradise compared to hers. The garage door descended downward behind me as I walked to the pure white door that led to the house. I twisted the knob and it was open. I stepped into a neat orderly living space with light hardwood floor and beige painted walls.
The furniture was off white. It looked to be suede or something similar. It definitely didn’t look like a seven year old lived here even though there were pictures of him throughout the room in silver picture frames. All the picture frames were silver. There were real oil paintings on the walls.
