"I like it. I bought this house because of the view from the front windows. When you look out from them and all is quiet, you almost feel as if you were in your own little world. It's quiet and peaceful for the most part though the occasional plane flies overhead. Don't mind the clutter in the house though. I've been extremly occupied these past few weeks and haven't had much time to tidy up."Roger said as he unlocked the front door of the house and they stepped inside. Tara didn't expect too much when they made their way to the front door of the house. While the grounds were beautiful, the outside of the house appeared to be little more than average. As soon as they stepped inside and Roger turned on the lights, Tara fully understood the saying don't judge a book by it's cover.
The living room was large and the floors were covered in thick dark red carpeting that made one feel they were walking on air. The sofa and chairs were covered in rich leather and the walls were paneled in a light colored wood making the room look as if it would go on forever despite the dark draperies, furniture and carpet. It was the magnificent stone fireplace that really caught her fancy though. White large riverstone as the facade with small colorful glass stones peppering it here and there and a white marble mantlepiece made her think of a hunting lodge she had once been to many years ago. She had loved to lay on the bearskin rug in front of it for hours watching the flames of the fire dance merrily while her mother would read to her from one of her favorite books.
"Come love. I'll show you the rest of the house." Roger said as he took her hand.
Almost reluctantly she followed him. She was totally content just sitting in front of the fireplace. However she was glad she went as they walked into the kitchen. She fell in love with it at first sight. Her own kitchen was very small and a bit cramped, but for her needs it served it's purpose. Roger's kitchen was large and spacious and very brightly colored when compared to the living room. While his living room spoke of luxery, his kitchen spoke of great fun. His whole personality was to be seen in here. So was hers for that matter. The walls were a bright yellow, the tablecloth on the breakfast table green and red. Oddly shaped white candlesticks were held in green colored rooster shaped candle holders. His white icebox was covered in pictures and crayoned drawings which she suspected were done by Elliot. She turned to look at Roger, her eyes sparkling and suddenly she laughed as she saw him standing there enveloped in a very large, very frilly apron.
"Do you like it? It's all the rage in Berlin. I thought it made a great fashion statement."
"It makes a statement all right, but it's not saying fashion." Tara said as she shook her head. Roger gathered her in his arms and held her close to him. He kissed her and then traced a finger across her face.
"I'd like to make a statement." He said softly as he looked into her eyes.
"Oh and what would that be?" she whispered as she touched his face with her own hand.
"I'm starving." He said quickly as he kissed briefly and pulled away from her. He hurried over to the icebox and started pulling out food for dinner. Tara laughed at him again.
"What are we having?"
"Hmmm...so far it looks like we are having bacon, eggs, jelly, roast duck, wilted celery, and something that looks like it was either an onion or my iron tablets. I can't be sure. Oh look, we can have desert. How long can you keep melted ice cream in the refrigerator before it goes bad?"
"You are incorrigible."
"Does that mean adorabale in French?"
"You don't want to know what it means."
"Yes I do. How else am I supposed to learn if I don't ask questions? Now since you won't tell me, I'll just have to dig up my old school dictionary and look it up myself. Now how do you spell that word you said...what was it?...incurable..is that spelt with two zs or three?" Asked Roger as he pulled a cook book off the table and started thumbing through it. Tara laughed again as she pulled the book from his hands and placed it back on the table. She put her arms around his neck and looked up at him.
"It means...she kissed him...let's have some exercise...another kiss...before dinner..A much longer third kiss with a lot of meaning behind it that didn't require a dictionary, followed.
"Should I get my roller skates then?" He asked as he moved his mouth away from her lips and started kissing her neck.
"Later...much much later."
