The Open House

It was weird on the inside, too.

Pictures have been changed to protect me from being sued. (Photo by Pascal Bernardon on Unsplash)

Somebody decided to build a house up the road from where I live, in the Village of… Let’s just say it’s a village. And you know how villages are. Staid, but quaint. Possessors of a very definite aesthetic. Lots of gazebos and Golden Retrievers. McMansions and retrofitted farmhouses with BMW’s in the driveway.