Is She His Lover?

Rainey

So far, the kitchen had been my favorite room. The set up was the same simple elegance that the living room and dining room encompassed. Michael’s wife had a tasteful eye to design a place so comfortable and stylish.

“Let’s go upstairs next,” he said.

“You have a second floor?”

He pointed to the staircase in front of us. “Those stairs would look pretty funny if they didn’t lead anywhere.”

I lightly punched him in the arm. “Ha, ha.”

He laughed and ushered me up the stairs to explore the rest of this dream home. I found myself in disbelief as we walked down the long hallway at the top of the stairs. I didn’t think apartments had multiple floors. I supposed if you were a billionaire, these simple ideas didn’t apply.

An older woman came out of one of the rooms, humming to herself.

“Milly!” Michael said, calling for the woman.

Milly had to be in her sixties, but she was sprightly as she bounced over to us. “Michael, who did you bring home today? I didn’t even get a chance to freshen