The cabin’s interior sparkled and reflected like a glass kaleidoscope. Bright orange and green vases were scattered here and there. Aquamarine-colored canisters decorated the kitchen’s counter. A Tiffany-like light in the shape of a tulip hung down from the ceiling in Finn’s living room. Ashtray figurines that were half the size of humans were placed in corners and throughout the two bedrooms. And glass blown ashtrays shaped like snails, seashells, helmets, avocados, and fishbowls were everywhere, but mostly displayed in windows. Light of many hues filled every room, glowing in rainbow colors and making it feel as if I had entered a museum of glass, a magical crystal ball, or a Harry Potter movie.
“Home sweet home,” Finn said, offering me a towel to dry off with. “I wouldn’t have it any o
