I let Drew and his Mom in and caught Drew making a face at my house. Stupid depressed boy. Probably hated color. I, on the other hand, love color. My house was decked in it.The hallway was a cheerful yellow and led into my bright orange living room, which went into my pale blue kitchen, and a green dining room beyond. His mother was blinking about in astonishment.
“I had it refurnished before I moved in. A bit like walking into the 60’s isn’t it?” I said conversationally, “Or is it the 70’s?”
Drew looked disgusted. I pulled the cooling rack off the counter and offered it too them, “Cookie?”
His mom took one, but Drew looked away, a silent decline. I put the tray down, unfazed. I’d get some down his throat soon enough.
I chatted to his mom for a bit, Drew looking bored and a little annoyed. I said goodbye when I sensed ‘the question’ coming.The where-are-your-parents question. I didn’t really want to answer that one right now. I led Drew upstairs and into the attic. He wrinkled his nose in disgust, “Pink.”