[North's house is up a wooded lot scattered with big old-growth trees, along a gravel path not suited for much more than a little ATV, if one were to motor up there at all. There are a few ruts in the path, mountain bike tires bit into the mud of an unseasonably warm day or two in the past week, and at the top is the house.
They'd told him he could have whatever he wanted, but he'd known that any place he re-created wouldn't have the people in it that he'd expect. So he'd just invented something pretty, something like Fallingwater on a smaller scale, in warmer tones, tucked away in the midst of winter-bare trees just beginning to bud and wisping smoke from the chimney. North's waiting on the front stoop with a beer, short sleeves and jeans and cheap sandals, and grins as he waves and calls back.
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They'd told him he could have whatever he wanted, but he'd known that any place he re-created wouldn't have the people in it that he'd expect. So he'd just invented something pretty, something like Fallingwater on a smaller scale, in warmer tones, tucked away in the midst of winter-bare trees just beginning to bud and wisping smoke from the chimney. North's waiting on the front stoop with a beer, short sleeves and jeans and cheap sandals, and grins as he waves and calls back.
Don't tell me it's still jacket weather!