Our home was a farmhouse about fifteen minutes outside of town on a feedlot. My sister said it smelled, but I never really noticed. It was a ranch home, white with red trim and a detached two-car garage to match. Originally it was just a two-bedroom house. Lisa, Scott and I shared the one small room (which eventually became my room) for a while during the construction of two additional bedrooms. We had a living room with a big cast iron fireplace, a formal dining room with a huge crystal chandelier and a family room where mom kept her pretty stuff. The carpets, wallpaper and window coverings were the disgusting colors of the 70’s. Yellows, oranges, pea green. It matched the hideous furniture that decorated our home.
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