The floor was always immaculate at the Swan residence. I went there now and again to drop off papers Charlie left, or occasionally to watch a game with the Boss.
We didn't do that, often. Mostly, if I was spending time with Charlie outside work, he'd come to our house.
At Charlie's house, there was always the feeling that someone had died. I knew who it was, of course. It was like his daughter – Bella – had died. She ghosted around, staring at the floor.
I suppose that was why the floor was always clean. She looked at it all day.