Bad Silas! Get back here now!!
He hadn’t really known how to answer. “My house. And...” He had pointed to where his parent’s crops and the barn should be. The farmhouse was surrounded by a vast parking lot. He could see admissions booths, turnstiles, ticket prices listed for the full tour or half-tour. Around his treehouse, velvet ropes and some sort of gold-plated sign. He hadn’t read it. He hadn’t wanted to.
OH NO. Your childhood home is an amusement park!
Hm, gold fringe on a leopard print lamp. Did it come from my relatives?
I like the humor they are using to keep each others spirits up. Maybe there is hope for them as a couple.
