Hunt, John - Doll House by Hunt John

Author:Hunt, John [Hunt, John]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Black Rose Writing
Published: 2017-01-25T05:00:00+00:00

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They all went to check out the house the next night when the temperature had the nerve to drop to -24 degrees Celsius. Harry ran out to the car, started it to warm it up and sprinted back inside like someone was chasing him. Once inside he said, “Damn it’s cold! My nose hairs froze immediately!”

Frank sneered and said, “Pansy.”

Olivia liked and disliked the cold weather. She liked it because she could wear a toque and mitts to cover her injuries and the purple toque and matching scarf was flattering to her skin tone. She disliked the cold because, well, because it was cold. But at least she was able to wear her knife around her waist without looking like a weirdo. Her bulky winter coat covered it nicely. She had cut a hole in the pocket just so she could reach it from the inside. She didn’t tell her dad because when she did it she thought it was a little paranoid and maybe it was but hell, she felt better with it like that so screw paranoia. It made her feel better to be able to get at it with ease. She kept touching it, a physical guard against the terrors of the outside world.

The real estate agent wore blue eyeshadow. A lot of it. Her hair had been sprayed into a helmet. Olivia doubted a bullet could penetrate the shell of chemicals protecting it. What saved her from being full-on ridiculous was her smile. It radiated genuine warmth and Olivia could picture what she looked like as a child because of it. Following her aromatic trail of perfume and hairspray, Frank, Harry and Olivia toured the house. A bungalow featuring original hard wood floors and the cluttered, claustrophobic tiny rooms common in older homes, Olivia liked the place although it was apparent even to her eyes there would be a lot of work to do. The pictures on the real estate site exaggerated many qualities while hiding others. Since it was a single storey, she wouldn’t feel the fear of being trapped upstairs. To her, there would always be an escape route and if she had to jump out a window like an action movie star, the ground would be a lot closer to meet her. They followed the real estate lady, Grace?- to a set of double doors. Beyond the doors, the backyard stretched out before them. A surprisingly large lot. Unheard of in the city. Usually people were crammed on top of one another you could reach your hand out a window on the side of your house and touch the neighbour’s home.

Olivia loved the backyard. A perfect size for what she wanted to implement next. Frank studied the structure of the house, feeling for drafts at windows, flushing toilets, kneeling down to peer at the floorboards. A study in concentration, he examined everything with a frown, causing Grace to peer at him from time to time, intuitively knowing the sale depended on his say so.

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