Written for the 'bathroom' challenge.
Title: Shelter
Jean hated this house.
She would be polite and let the agent, Graham 'call me Baz' Barry, finish showing them around, but she could never take to its shiny surfaces. Its stark modern design was like a brick box. No art studio, no patio for her plants, no cosy kitchen–
"There are two bathrooms," Baz, speaking with more of a dramatic flair than any of her fellow theatre actors, interrupted her thoughts.
"Why would we need two?" Lucien asked. "Unless there's some special plumbing feature that you've managed to come up with I can't imagine that we'd get running hot water in both at the same time."
"The idea is that you won't be annoyed by the little woman's intimate things."
"It just so happens I like Mrs Blake's intimate things."
Jean bit down on her lip and stared at the blue carpet (which was apparently a 'contemporary' colour).
Baz cleared his throat. "Well, you'll have your own mirror to shave."
"Mmm?" Lucien scratched his beard.
"In our home we only have one bathroom," Jean said placatingly, despite her annoyance, "with four of us sharing–"
"That's it!" Lucien cried. "That's the problem. We already have a home."
"But you've just married. You need your own house, without the young boarders and patients knocking on your door at all hours," Baz babbled. "You could start a family–"
"We already have a family, Mr Barry."
Jean thought of all the 'helpful' advice they'd received about needing to start afresh in a new house, where they could be alone. But she'd miss the liveliness of the young ones. Mostly, though, she'd miss the memories they'd made there together. "It's not this house. I'll hate them all."
"I'm sorry to waste your time, Mr Barry." Lucien squeezed her hand. "Let's go home, Mrs Blake."