Chapitre 9: Chapter 9: Friendship

Grayson's mouth opens wide as he pulls up onto the gravel driveway. They park next to a quaint one-story house, painted sage green with a dark brown wood trim. A trail of wildflowers lines the perimeter of the fence and connects up at the front porch. He puts his car in park and immediately opens the door, shouting, "This is a house!"

"Yes?" Amelia steps out of her car and pauses in shock.

"You live in a real house!" he gasps. "You had me believing you were impoverished, destitute, a mere bad day away from living on the streets!"

"You realize my mortgage is lower than the rent in most cities, right?"

"You realize I live out of a motel, right?" Grayson jabs her in the side with his elbow. "I'm allowed to admire this…opulence."

"Alright, alright. Come in, I'll give you the grand tour." She makes her way down the cobblestone walkway, beckoning him to follow.