Chapter 3

When they were upstairs, exploring the room that would be David’s, the realtor pointed out a door on the far wall. Mrs. Whitmore opened it, and the sun burst in.

“Follow me, David,” she said. “I think you’re going to love this.”

“What is it?” David asked, intrigued.

“It’s a privacy porch,” Janet answered, walking around the outdoor space. “You can sunbathe, or just relax. You could even ask your parents to put some patio furniture out here.”

The porch was wooden and the size of a bedroom. There was no roof, but a waist-high, solid covering that matched the exterior of the house ran around the side so that if you were to sunbathe, no one would see you. The structure ran over the garage, adding a unique look to the house.

A few minutes later, they all stood in the great room. David’s mother moved around the wide-open space, her arms open to it.

“I think this is it. Isn’t it?” she asked, looking at both her husband and David.