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‘That wallpaper will have to go,’ Simon said.
Bright stripes, with glaring colours, and it looked like the front room hadn’t been decorated since the seventies. Dana remembered her own parent’s house, and she was pretty sure it was the same one.
‘At least it matches the carpets,’ Dana said.
The rest of the house was equally dated, but it had one thing going for it. There were no traces of mould in the corners of the ceilings, and there were no cracks. It just needed a bit of love, and Dana wanted to be the one to give it.
It had a big garden, and she imagined herself inside, tending to the garden. She listened in silence to her husband, as he found fault with everything. This wasn’t unusual, but even he had to admit it was agreeably priced.
As the estate agent joined them, she stuck to her husband, and held his hand.