Car’s house amazed Marie when Chris drove up the long driveway.
“Girl! This is where you live?” she exclaimed.
The wonderful stone building sat atop a small hill. It almost looked like a castle. It was big, but not huge. There were only two stories, but each floor looked taller than most houses. On each end, the second floor stopped about fifteen feet short of the end.
She looked around at the manicured property. The edges, several yards from the house, were lined with tall broadleaf trees, each standing in the right place to provide privacy. Flower beds circled the building, still blooming despite the late summer sun. Trimmed hedges circled the front door and several spaces between the flowers
As they rounded the house and pulled up to Chris’s parking space next to the two-story garag
