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She led us from the spacious entryway to a living room as big as my entire house. Unlike my place, all the furniture and decor was coordinated in a kaleidoscope of off-white, beige, tan, and taupe. Native American pottery and other artwork lined bookshelves. The only vibrant colors appeared in a collection of abstract paintings mounted on one wall—explosions of red, orange, and blue on canvas.
She led me to a tan Ultrasuede couch. “Can I offer the two of you something to drink?”
“Some water would be great.” Anything to get the taste of the desert out of my mouth.
She strolled to a wet bar on the far end of the room and pulled two cobalt glass bottles from a mini fridge and offered one to each of us. The water was some fancy brand I’d never heard of. I unscrewed the cap and took a lo
