This old house is broken and sad/weary with years/it sits low on the land.
Kate rolled her eyes and tuned out her mother’s atrocious poetry. Bare trees reached up to the heavy February sky. It looked as dreary as she felt.
No one cared what she thought; no one ever paid attention to the teenager, the middle child, the girl.
But honestly, why should she be excited about moving half-way across the world to live in some ramshackle sea-side town so her mother could be inspired?!
Her little brother Charlie was practically peeing his pants he was so excited, but what did a six-year-old know about a dilapidated old – what did the estate agent call it? Oh, right, a fixer-upper.
A disaster was more like.
And her older brother Matthew didn’t even have to live with them full time – he was still in the States, at college. What right did he have to give the tumble-down rat motel his stamp of approval?!
A sloppy splat of snow and rain slapped the window.
Oh, that’s just great. Kate slumped lower in her seat and closed her eyes.
“Katy-Batey, we’re here!” Charlie sang out, rocking her back and forth until her forehead hit the window.
“Ow! Don’t call me that, Charlie.”
“Sorry! We’re here, Mom says to wake up! We’re here!”
Something winked at her from the window.
“What’s that? Is there someone in there? Mom!”
“What, Honey? In there? It’s been boarded up for years – no one has been in there except the estate agent.”
Oh, that’s right, because Mother-Dear bought the place sight-unseen. God, so many things . . .
“But I saw someone in there.”
“Just a trick of the light, Kate. Now, come on, help me unload the car. Charlie!”
Kate trailed behind as Charlie raced her mother into the house. She stared at the window, daring whatever was inside to show itself again.
Kate knew she wasn’t imagining things. Maybe this house – this move – wasn’t going to be so bad after all.