“Grace said as she pointed to Karen Harris’s tiny cottage. It looked to be big enough for one person, but I doubted that two could live in it very comfortably. Still, with the small lot it sat on, I doubted that a full-sized abode would even fit on it. It had its own charm, though, with a small porch protected by white gingerbread railing facing onto a shingled exterior. There was even a circular window above the porch, a bit of whimsy that looked perfect in its setting. I couldn’t think of... what the cottage reminded me of, and then I realized that it was very much a scaled-up dollhouse. “It’s a neat house, isn’t it?” I asked as we parked in front of her driveway, cutting her off from a quick departure. “You’re kidding, right?” Grace asked me. “I’d be constantly hitting my shins and elbows if I tried to live in such a tiny space. It looks more like a kid’s playhouse than a place for a full-grown adult.” “I don’t know,” I said as we got out and approached. “I’m not at all sure that I’d mind this.”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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