A Day at the Races

Feels Like Home

The heels of my Louboutins clicked against the marble as I walked around the immediate entrance. There was an echo as Roger trailed behind me and we headed into the adjacent room.

 “Sellers are motivated. Asking 4.1. It was built recently. ’73. I have some particulars on the home if you’d like to see them. And I realize we are farther south than the two of you would prefer, but I thought you would like the property.” Neither Roger nor I had said anything as we continued to examine the room. The ceilings were high and the marble in the entrance and foyer was breathtaking.

 “Come, let me show you the formal dining room and the den. Oh, the den would make a lovely telly room for the two of you!” the realtor said excitedly as we followed her into the den. She was right, tall, bright windows, dark hard wood floors, a working fireplace and an oriental rug the previous owners had chosen that was exquisite. “As you can see there is a small wet bar and the door here attaches to the formal dining room. Makes it nice for those times you wish to pour a drink for a guest or when you are entertaining.”  I gasped when the realtor turned on the lights of the formal dining room. It was perfect…just perfect. Not too formal, but not at all casual and I truly believe that Roger was in love with the chandelier in the center of the room. Roger shook his head and looked to the realtor.

 “The kitchen is this way which opens out to the family room area and the back of the house. The floor plan was rather ahead of it’s time when it was built.” The realtor turned the lights off in the formal dining room and lead us back through the den. We followed her back into the hallway and through the doorway to the spacious kitchen and attached spaces. There was a near solid wall of windows that lead to the back part of the house. Rolling grasses and a well-manicured landscape as far as the eye could see. Without even taking a moment to take in the kitchen, I opened up the back door and stepped out onto the roomy patio area. Immediately, the country air enveloped my every sense. Roger followed me outside and I think he had become just as awestruck as I. I could feel his hands on my shoulders as we looked out over the marvelous brickwork of the back patio.

 “It’s lovely, isn’t it? Owners had good taste.” The realtor commented. I still hadn’t said anything as I turned around with Roger to examine the kitchen that I had passed up for the outdoors.

 “It’s a very updated kitchen.” I told the realtor, running my hand along the counter. She nodded her head at Roger and I.

 “Yes, very modern. All the appliances were replaced six months ago. Follow me to the upstairs and I’ll let you have a look around.” The realtor began to lead Roger and I back out of the kitchen and up the stairs to the second floor. “Will you have children soon?” the realtor asked as we headed upstairs. I think my eyes became as wide as saucers at her question. It caught Roger a bit off guard as well.

 “No.” I answered her quickly. The realtor looked to Roger.

 “What? You heard ‘er.” He reiterated. I gasped again when the realtor opened up the double doors to the master suite.

“Oh my god!” I couldn’t hide my reaction. It was beyond elegant and the white sheers lent a certain ethereal godliness to the whole space that made it open up into a sanctuary. I looked over to Roger and then to a realtor.

 “Let me give you a moment to look around and see what you think. I left the key to the balcony doors downstairs.” The realtor said, leaving Roger and I alone. Again, my heels clicked underneath me as I walked over the hardwood floors toward the second fireplace in the home. I turned around to look at Roger. Oh god…there it was…I knew that nothing good came of that smile…

 “You like this house.” He said, grinning stupidly. I tried my very hardest to hide my expression.

 “It’s a nice home.” I answered. Roger began to move my way.