“You have to get the Grand Tour!”
Monica beamed a broad grin and pulled me by the hand. She had just finished decorating the house she bought with her long term boyfriend. Rumor was that the house is in her name; so if they split she gets to keep it. A newly minted charge nurse, Monica seemed prepared for the responsibility.
“Look at Monica in those white tie-sides!”
A small cluster of scroungy guys laughed, smoking.
“Makes me want to commit a crime.”
Even though she bought a house with her cop boyfriend, her friends from back home were always in tow. Looking at them, I wondered if “back home” was a rough neighborhood, or if Monica had simply gotten in with a strange crowd.
“Get out of your head!”
She startled me.
“You’re such an introvert! C’mon the grand tour starts in the kitchen.”
She led me through a neat kitchen, where everything matched, and pulled me past laundry rooms and up a winding flight of stairs.
“You have to see the candles I got for the bathroom!”
Monica’s voice echoed melodiously through the house.