Last July I wrote the introduction to what could’ve been a good story if I had continued, but I didn’t. Here is what I wrote:
The large, stone house melts into view as her cherry-red Audi pulls up the long cobblestone drive. Three men dressed in white suits descend the wide porch steps to assist her carrying her luggage. She follows them up the three steps onto the porch and in through the thick Swiss-made dark wooden doors. The foyer is spacious with perfect stone flooring; a stair case cures from the right. Sturdy wood beams crisscross the high ceiling with four vertical beams marking the perimeter of the hall. The suited men disappear up the staircase with her luggage as she crosses the length of the anteroom through a formidable entrance-way into the dining room. Additional beams crisscross the ceiling as well and many more vertical beams throughout the great dinner hall. She pauses at the entryway as she confidently assesses each person in the room. The noise of the room seems to reduce for a breath of time, if only to her ears, as her search ends. She moves through the crowd of rambunctious people effortlessly and finally at the far side of the room near the enormous stone fireplace her journey comes to an end…
