11-04-2022, 02:44 PM
Fine, he doesn't say anything else for the rest of the short-but-too-long drive, until he ushers Jude into the final turn with another wave and a flat "There."
Home.
The faded blue barnness is what made him settle on this complex over all the other comparable options, and there were plenty. It is a small and squat and unpretentious small-town glitch of a place between a half dozen buildings that are trying too hard to appeal to somebody with their sharp corners and modernist aspirations. The units are small, and the walls are thin.
He could afford something better. He's a millionaire, remember?
(No, really, he forgets his financial status more often than he remembers. He could buy overpriced real estate out here without batting an eyelash, but the concept of owning property has always come with a mildly daunting effect: what do even you do if you can't just pull up stakes and run?)
The open parking lot is occupied with the usual cadre of vehicles, Near's nondescript black Jetta included. As they pull in, he notes an unfamiliar car, too, which isn't an especially strange sight when at least one of the units is being used as an illegal Airbnb, but he's developed a habit of keeping tabs on what doesn't belong, so there it is.
"I'm in the the third one, but park wherever."
Home.
The faded blue barnness is what made him settle on this complex over all the other comparable options, and there were plenty. It is a small and squat and unpretentious small-town glitch of a place between a half dozen buildings that are trying too hard to appeal to somebody with their sharp corners and modernist aspirations. The units are small, and the walls are thin.
He could afford something better. He's a millionaire, remember?
(No, really, he forgets his financial status more often than he remembers. He could buy overpriced real estate out here without batting an eyelash, but the concept of owning property has always come with a mildly daunting effect: what do even you do if you can't just pull up stakes and run?)
The open parking lot is occupied with the usual cadre of vehicles, Near's nondescript black Jetta included. As they pull in, he notes an unfamiliar car, too, which isn't an especially strange sight when at least one of the units is being used as an illegal Airbnb, but he's developed a habit of keeping tabs on what doesn't belong, so there it is.
"I'm in the the third one, but park wherever."