Kim thought she liked the second house when we drove by a few weeks back, so I thought maybe this could turn out well. We heeded the warning not to pet the cat and took a walk around.
Very nice and open, a loft overlooking the living area, a Florida room, but a weird first-floor master bedroom. The closet door jumped the track when I opened it, and then I couldn’t fix it. I figured I should leave it before I broke it any more. We took a look in the master bathroom and then headed upstairs, with Warren a few steps behind us.
Kim noticed a door — it looked like a closet — just to the side of the stairs, outside the bedroom. Just as she reached to open it, Warren was coming through the other way: it was the master bathroom’s other door.
After a walk around upstairs, we tried to do the math: one bedroom downstairs plus one bedroom upstairs does not equal 3 bedrooms. Liars.
Again, nice house but a little quirky. Even if they find the 3rd bathroom, we probably won’t be back
