Sinclair
FOR THE NEXT HOUR, Jesse showed me around the luxuriously opulent home, pointing out designer wall hangings and furniture pieces that singly cost more than my entire childhood. Most of the décor was contemporary, with white and black as the main color scheme, plus a handful of blue or burgundy pieces thrown in. With all of the white furniture and even whiter, plush carpeting throughout the house, I was afraid to sit, stand, or step on anything.
“Nice and crisp, huh?” remarked Jesse. “That’s what comes to mind whenever I visit. You know me – I prefer bright colors, comfortable furniture, and plenty of eclectic pieces. My mother and I have far different tastes.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” interrupted an older woman’s voice.
We were in the library, the whitest library
