![]() “So you’re more ready for entertaining than me.” I shrugged. “Addiction to fake snow, maybe, but it’s pretty.” “This isn’t clutter.” I touched his shoulder as we entered the foyer because he seemed all twitchy. Little buildings for one of those holiday village type things lining full bookcases. The living room was decked out for the holiday, the tabletop tree he’d bought downtown with me on display in the front window. Catalogs littered the dining table, but no other mess. Mural landscape wallpaper above the chair rail in the dining room, which featured two packed china cabinets. Vintage plates rimming the wall above the cabinets. Maybe one of those ones dedicated to collectors because there was a lot of stuff, true, but it all worked. I knew his place had been remodeled some before he’d bought it, so the kitchen was updated like mine, but the similarities ended there.Įach space was a different color, a coordinated muted palette, and each area had been staged like something out of a magazine. “I’m sure it’s fine.” I’d never actually been inside Gideon’s house, so I took time to look around as he led me to the front hall. He seemed reluctant to step aside at his kitchen door before finally ushering me in. ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() He was weirdly quiet on the short walk across the driveway, eyes all shifty and steps slower than usual. Gideon nodded and waited for me to lock up. ![]()
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