Sitting here in this house not my own, I recognize the feeling of HOME about it. The way Stormy has adapted this should-be dump into a place specifically HERS. Only not hers. Or at least not hers alone. There's an obvious presence that suggests someone else has had influence here. Stormy's husband, the man who chose her, the man she chose.
And sitting here I wonder. Not only wonder, but envy. Does she feel the same of me? Probably.
*sigh*
Laters