If able to speak, Priscilla would have said “Holy s**t!” upon entering Rudy’s house. Gideon was thinking it the whole time, as Rudy gave them a tour that lasted ten minutes—and that was only the downstairs! The Christmas decorations were pretty, but it seemed as if Rudy didn’t even bother to notice they were there. He didn’t point anything out, like “I brought this from home when I moved,” or “This is from my very first Christmas here.”
“So, should we take Priscilla up to the bedroom,” he asked at the stairs, “or…do you think she’d watch?”
“Oh. She might be nervous down here by herself.”
“Okay. We’ll find her a place where we’re out of her line of vision.”
Rudy’s bedroom was as grand as Gideon imagined it would be. Everything was cream colored—monochromatic and lush—almost like a winte
