Three antique stores later, Brian hadn’t found anything that Tristan would agree to buy for his kitchen. Among others, they had looked at several gorgeous mahogany tables, one round oak one and a cherry drop-leaf. Although he was enjoying looking at the furniture, Brian was feeling mildly frustrated at Tristan’s ambivalence. He suggested they go to lunch at a local brew-pub.
“We looked at a batch of different woods and several different shapes, nothing seems to wow you. What kind of table do you want? Something brass and glass?” Brian asked.
The waitress had just taken their drink order.
“Not really.”
“Then clue me in, I’m just pointing out things that I think would look nice, given the period of the house.”
Tristan heaved a sigh and gazed at Brian. “The kitchen in the house Grandfath
