Richard did most of the talking as he gave a tour of his living quarters. I was in awe at how big, spacious and beautiful it all was. Until today, I'd only ever seen his living room and kitchen. His quarters were similar to Talia's in size, but while Talia's was pink, glitzy and glamorous, Richard's was black, cold and basic. Perfectly all-man.
I could see my sister's strong influence all over the place, and it felt awkward. She sure did have the entire place in the palm of her hands, given the decorations and setting of things. It made it even more obvious that everything here was meant to be hers. Her territory, and I was only encroaching in it. I supposed, in many ways, everything was still hers. Richard was still hers, not mine.
Her books took up most of the shelves in his study. Hug
