“Nice place. Who does it belong to?” I asked as we pulled into a driveway. I was a bit hesitant to stay in someone’s house, especially someone I didn’t know. But I had to admit that this small one-story home had a charm to it that I hadn’t seen in a while. It was a bit strange, though, to see Christmas lights and decorations on a house without the surrounding snow. I looked around the neighborhood, and almost every house had some. I couldn’t wait for night time, when everything would be all lit up.
“Yours truly,” Frank replied. I’m not sure why, but the thought of staying in the same house as Frank made me nervous.
“Nice.” I tried to hide my anxiety as best I could. Hopefully he didn’t pick up on it. “Do you live here with your wife?”
“I’m not married. This place is all mine. It used to
