Decades   May – 1982   She had never considered living in a place like this. Immense. Glorious in its heyday. Wide, winding staircase at the entry hall leading to the second floor. From the upstairs’ equally massive square hallway, four rooms opened, mimicking the layout of a cross. How fitting for a Presbyterian Manse. The women of the church had scrubbed every nook and cranny awaiting the arrival of the young, new Minister and his wife. They apologized about the colour of the living room downstairs. The in-between couple had painted it gray. The house committee offered to re-decorate
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