“I can’t believe this thing has a full kitchen,” I say it as I’m walking down the stairs, careful not to miss a step. But eager to change the subject. He doesn’t say anything, so I just stand there at the bottom of the stairs at the second level, but they continue down below. Mason keeps going past me to the bottom level.
This floor is all bedrooms and bathrooms that I can see. The stairs end in a hallway lined with doors, this spot right here is the only part of the whole boat that feels small and crowded. He walks straight back opening the door to a master bedroom. This way more spacious than the hallway. A big king-sized bed in the middle, two nightstands on either side of the bed, and identical couches taking over the two sides of the room. Matching doors in the corners. Even a dresse
