Caspian Prt 1.
Leo threw his back down on the small table in the large front entrance with a sigh of relief. The light creamy apricot walls with matching scones were new from the last time he was here. And there was an unrecognizable painting of weird splotches of colors hanging up as the focal point opposite the large arched front door.
Leo used his toes to pull back each shoe carefully then kicked them off to the side near where the light white closet door was closed tightly. Green painter's tape across the door and the smell of paint lingering in the air.
"Mom?"
"Leo? Is that you? I am in the kitchen, honey, don't touch the walls, they are almost drying." she called back her voice a gentle, pleasant song.
'Hmmm, she is in a good mood. I wonder why?'