66“Marina’s not safe sleeping down here,” Tom said. “This is your home’s most vulnerable point of entry.”
Tom gestured toward the double French doors in the exterior wall.
Beside them, Merlot-colored drapes were drawn across two tall windows. Mini blinds covered the glass in the doors.
Tom sat in a dark walnut rocking chair. He balanced an iPad on his thigh.
Pat and I shared a cream and lavender loveseat.
The rocker and two-cushion loveseat were angled to face a wall-mounted flat screen TV.
The thick carpet beneath our feet was the same wine color as the drapes.
Behind me, a walnut four-poster bed plus matching night stand and bureau filled the interior space. Four pillows and a bolster were piled atop a gray-and-purple labyrinth quilt.
It was eight o’clock on Monday night. Tom, Pa
