From thw outside, the rain falling in a constant annoying drizzle around them, it looks like any of the other numerous, run-down shotgun houses. Twelve feet wide and forty-eight feet long and set on what appears to be a cinderblock foundation, the exterior of the house looks dingy and gray, with dirt-covered, boarded-up windows and cracked and peeling paint made colorless by the rain.
Phoenix walks up the short steps to the covered porch, opening the cheap and dirty aluminum-and-plexiglass storm door so he can unlock the entry door.
When he steps aside to let the others in, the appearance changes dramatically. Far from luxurious, the much cleaner interior if the house has a simple and understated elegance. All the furnishings are old, but elegant and well-maintained, from the matching leather-upholstered sofa-sleeper and two recliners, end tables, coffee table, and table lamps in the livingroom, to the china in the glass-doored cabinets, silverware, cookware, even the three bar stools at the island. The drapes covering the boarded windows are thick and velvetty, blocking whatever light might leak out. Anyone looking in the bedrooms would see similar with the beds, bedclothes,and furnishings, each containing a dresser, and a small desk and desk chair, while the master, at the back of the house, also includes a recliner similar to those in the livingroom. The bathrooms, both household and en suite are simple, utilitarian affairs.
Make yourselves comfortable. I don't generally have guests, so I don't have much to offer to eat or drink.
It looks like the four-room renovated version inside without the side entrance.
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