The house was large and white. It was old, and the paint was peeling off the front shutters, but the yard was very well kept, as if someone had spent many hours a day working on it.
I knocked on the large wooden door, and within seconds a small woman was standing before me. She led me in and offered me tea before we got started.
This person was Miranda Seagraves. Miranda is in love with her house. I visited her home in order to interview her.
“So you say that you are in love with your home. How does that work exactly?” I scanned the small dining room in which we were seated. Besides the table and chairs it was nearly empty. The walls were covered in pink and white wallpaper that was very faded and in some places peeling. The entire house seemed somewhat empty. It was obvious she didn’t often have visitors.
“I am very much in love with Howie, and he is very much in love with me.” Miranda sipped her tea. She was wearing a long skirt and a white blouse. She had neat blond hair tied into a tight bun that sat on top of her head. She peered at me through a pair of small pink glasses.
“I’m sorry to interrupt, but did you call your house Howie?”
“Yes. That is his name.” Miranda fixed her dark brown eyes on me, studying me from where she sat. She set her cup on the small table separating us.
“OK, so tell me more about your relationship. How did you meet each other?” As Miranda watched me, I couldn’t help but get the impression she was judging whether I believed her.
“Well, I suppose it’s just like any other relationship. One day I was driving by and I saw the most beautiful house I’d ever seen. That’s what initially attracted me to Howie, you see. I guess it was just fate that he was for sale.” Miranda picked her cup back up and crossed her legs, still eying me. “I bought him as soon as I could. I really just wanted to be with him.”
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