She showed us the bedroom first.
It was small, with a white bedspread, a wooden dresser, and a window overlooking a narrow garden.
Kayla walked around the room twice.
She opened the closet, examined the shelves, and checked the window latch.
Renee watched her with amusement.
“You’re thorough.”
“I like to know what I’m getting into.”
“Good policy.”
Then Renee showed us the kitchen.
“The only real rules are simple,” she explained. “Clean up after yourself, don’t borrow my clothes without asking, and please don’t bring home someone who thinks three in the morning is an appropriate time to practice the drums.”
Kayla laughed.
“I promise I’m not a drummer.”
“Wonderful. We’re already off to a promising start.”
They discussed the rent, the deposit, and the possibility of Kayla moving in after she found work.
Everything was practical.
Everything was straightforward.
And then Renee asked a question that caught my sister completely off guard.
