“That’s an impressive house,” Carlton said as he drove up the driveway to the Barnett mansion in Buckhead.
“Perhaps, but so is ours, in a different way.”
“Yeah.”
The front door of the house opened, and Philip stepped out onto the verandah.
“And there’s one of our hosts,” Eric said.
Carlton pulled up in front of the entrance, and they exited the truck.
“It’s good to see you guys again,” Philip said as he shook their hands. “If you’ll get your bags, I’ll show you to your room.”
They retrieved their rolling bags and followed Philip into the house.
“This is nice,” Eric said as he looked around and saw a spacious foyer dominated by a huge chandelier hanging from the high ceiling. There was a curved flight of stairs that ended at a landing halfway up. Steps led to the second floor from each side of the landing.
“It’s not an antebellum mansion,” Philip said, “but it has its merits.”