“We can go over now if you’re available,” Stella said. “The current tenants are at work.”
“I am,” he said, standing.
It took less than ten minutes to get to the house. There were neighbors around, but not on top of each other as much as the other place.
No garage, but he wasn’t concerned with snow in the next six months either.
He and Stella walked up the front porch stairs, she unlocked the door and they moved in.
It was a pretty basic white saltbox home, black shutters, long porch, even a few rocking chairs.
They walked right into the living room, the stairs to the left some.
“It’s got a nice open space here, you can see into the dining room past it, the kitchen on the other side behind the wall.”
He walked through the area, the furniture in here big and not his style, but he wasn’t going to buy much and had beentold furnished places were even harder to come by, but not uncommon since shipping things to the island cost so much.
The kitchen was doable. Better than he had. The appliances maybe five years old, tops.
“I can work with this,” he said.
“The primary is on the first floor off the entry.”
They went back through the living room and past the stairs, opened the door and he looked in.
“Could be worse.”
It had a queen-sized bed, two end tables and a walk-in closet.
“There is a full bath.”
“The only one on this floor?” he asked. Which meant guests would have to go upstairs.
He caught himself before he laughed.
What guests?
The only people he knew on the island were Natalie and now her family.
“Yes.”
He stepped in, saw the stand-up shower and single sink. It was modern enough for him.
“Let’s check the upstairs.”
One of them would be his office.
He popped his head into the hall bath, again, doable and had a tub that he wouldn’t use. The other two bedrooms were average size, had twin beds, no desk though. He’d move things around to fit one in there.
“This room doesn’t have a closet so it can’t be considered a bedroom though I know they are using it as such. There are a few roommates here and they are all leaving.”
Stella opened the door. Jackpot.
It was the size of the master suite directly below it but all one open space. A bed against one wall, a chair and TV on another wall, a desk facing the window that had one of those views.
He found his office.
“This works,” he said. “Where do I sign?”
