The room might be clean, but it did reflect his style.
The sofa was the dominant piece of furniture. Low and far from new, it was plumped with throw pillows. A Dagwood couch, Tess thought. One that simply begged you to relax and take a nap.
There were posters rather than paintings. Toulouse-Lautrec’s cancan dancers, a single woman’s leg standing in a four inch heel, skimmed at the thigh with white lace.
There was a Dieffenbachia thriving away in a plastic margarine bowl.
And books. One wall was nearly filled with them. Delighted, she pulled out a worn hard backed copy of East of Eden.
Sacred Sins
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What Your Couch Says About You
It's like a crystal ball in the middle of your living room.
Everyone has a couch (hello, you have to sit on something while you
watch your favorite TV show).
But whether you choose a design based on comfort, style, or even price is quite telling.
Find out what your sofa says about your personality:
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He'd expected rustic and saw even in the half-light he'd been well off the mark.
In the spacious living area, the walls were a pale yellow. To mimic the sun, he supposed, and keep the dark at bay.
The fireplace was built of polished stone in golden hues so that simmering logs glowed inside its frame. She had squat candles on the mantel in deeper yellows and dark blues.
The long sofa picked up the blues and was decked with the toss pillows women insisted on having everywhere. A thick throw, with her key colors bleeding into each other, was draped over the back.
There were lamps with painted shades, gleaming tables, a patterned rug and two big chairs.
Watercolors, oil paintings, pastels, all of Alaskan scenes, decorated the walls.
To his left, stairs led up, and he found himself grinning at the newel post carved into a totem.
Northern Lights