found drama

You’re standing in the kitchen of the home you once owned in Barre. It’s a stunningly banal scene: you and A. unpacking bags of groceries, chatting about meal plans and minor home improvement projects with your parents who have just arrived after a five hour drive. One of these improvements would be to the kitchen, which you’d already done some work to but never quite felt satisfied with. You go on to remark something about the appliances, reaching toward the counter to set down some staple item. That’s when you notice it. Across from the counter, the kitchen goes on and on. There must be dozens (a hundred? more?) of additional square footage that you’d just never — not after so many years — noticed before. While the cabinets aren’t new, they’re certainly in good condition. But beyond that. There’s a toaster oven. (Actually, three of them.) A toaster. A refrigerator. A dishwasher (full of clean dishes, no less). And the four of you come around the counter to investigate the space.

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