Claire’s Point of View.
Tyler and I walk into his home, through the copper double doors. They swing open with zest. The inside of the home has elaborate decorations, yet old. The floors are a dark green tile and there are strong wooden accents.
The main foyer has doors going every which way and two C shaped stairwells going up either side to a landing. I look up and see the most elegant chandelier swaying ever so lightly.
One of the side doors swings open, and this short little woman in her late fifties rushes out. She has long, straight reddish-grey hair swung over her shoulder in a tight braid. She has pressed her slacks and wears a simple button down blouse with the cutest little apron. Daisies and butterflies cover the apron.
Her eyes make a beeline for me as she looks me up and do
