Paragraph(s) of the day from A Different Closet
Elsie considered the house hers, and Seale let her. Left to him, he knew it would be a dump and certainly not in a neighborhood like this one in Webster Groves. Decor wasn’t a word he knew until he went with Elsie to her parent’s house in Mobile for a week between his junior and senior years at Troy State and hers at Huntingdon College in Montgomery. Elsie told him it was eighteen-thousand square feet, which meant nothing to Seale. All he knew was that it was big enough to get lost in and that the whole time he was there he was afraid he might break something. Now, nearly forty years later, he lived in a house very much like it, minus about twelve-thousand square feet, where his only duties were to build fires in the winter and wipe up whatever he spilled.
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