“I’m envious, Cameron. Maybe I’ll make Jean-René redo our house to look like this. And I love the way you have your bed.” The queen-sized bed was kitty-corner into the northeast corner of the room. Both occupants could look into the shadows of the fireplace.
“I haven’t completely finished decorating the whole house yet. I haven’t found curtains I like for up here. I’m thinking of buying two-inch wooden blinds instead.”
“Did you buy the curtains downstairs?”
“No, they were there. I washed them. Actually, I had a local lady come in and clean. She suggested I leave them. They’re still good, no rips or tears, so they should last me until I see something I really want.”
“There’s good light down there, too. It will be fine for quite a while.”
“Yes, it seemed strange to me. I’m used to living in the big city where you have to have thick curtains so no one will see what you have, but there are so few people around here, that I really don’t worry.”