Marge’s house was nice and comfortable on the inside, if dark, until Ashley turned on the lights. The front door opened directly into the living room, which was much bigger and nicer than the living room of my own house. Two large, white sofas stood opposite each other, with a shiny glass coffee table in the middle. A large flat-screen TV stood against the wall, while the fireplace next to the TV was dark and cold, which made sense, given how it was summer and there wasn’t much point in using a fireplace in the summer. A well-stocked kitchen was visible just beneath an archway on the other side of the room, while a hallway and stairs branched off to our right into more rooms that I couldn’t see.
“I’ll go wake up Grandma,” said Ashley, glancing over her shoulder at me. “You can stay here,
