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“I did,” she said. “It’s hard to get lost when you have navigation on your phone.”
“True,” he said. “I use mine all the time to get around to jobs. Come on in.”
“It’s a nice area. The houses are close but not like you can see into their windows.”
“No,” he said. “If I’m on the patio and they are outside I can hear them or they can hear me, but it’s not like holding a conversation with them either. The fence helps in the back.”
“Does it block your view of the water having the fence up?”
“No. I’ve got houses behind me and they’ve got a fence so it was blocked from them anyway.”
“That stinks,” she said.
“It was there before I moved here. But I can see the water from my room. I’ll show you around.”
He took the bag out of her hand and held onto it.
“This is a big living room,” she said.
“It is. This room gets a lot of sun, so I’m out here when we have less daylight. Probably crazy, but the windows help a lot.”
“I can see that,” she said. “So you must have another living area?”
“I do in the back. It’s small, kind of an afterthought behind the garage.”
It wasn’t open concept so there was a big doorway that moved into a kitchen straight ahead and a hallway with bedrooms she was assuming to the left.
The kitchen was a decent size but not large and took up two walls with an island that faced out to where there was a dining room table. Past that was a small seating area that held two chairs and a TV on the wall.
The front room was much more inviting in her eyes. This back room looked like a den area. There was even a wood burning stove in one corner.
“It fits you,” she said, grinning.
“The leather recliners and stove,” he said. “I guess so. My father used this room the most. It’s his furniture back here.”
“Did you make any changes to the house after he passed?” she asked. She found it sweet that he might have kept that room the same.
“I did,” he said. “I updated the kitchen with new counters. The cabinets were fine. I like the wood floors throughout, even in the bedrooms, but I’ve got throw rugs down. Or my father did and I kept them.”
“That’s nice,” she said. “You get a little memory of him then without thinking of it.”
“I suppose,” he said. “I never thought of it that way. Most of the furniture, like the dining table, was his too. It’s not like I entertain much, but it needed something there.”
“It’s nice,” she said. “A little dark for my personal tastes, but that is what tablecloths are for and it serves its purpose.”
“One of those things I had to dust before you came over.”
She bumped her hip into his.
“I’m sure it’s not as bad as you make it out to be.”
“Let me show you the rest and then we’ll go upstairs. I did paint all the rooms. Even this back area. My father had it this tan color that seemed dirty to me.”
“I like the light gray better,” she said.
It did brighten the place up. She suspected with the lighter wood floor and tan on the walls, even the same lighter wood molding throughout, it was all one tone.
“I almost went white but thought that was too stark. This works in here.” They moved down the hall. “Three bedrooms and two baths. The bathroom in the primary just has a shower and I updated them both in the past few years too.”
