The girls and I cruised the old neighborhood tonight. Our destination was the crazy lady's house. Remind me to tell you about the crazy lady's house.
En route, we passed a recent reconstruction. A modern monstrosity. A huge house with a solid wall of window exposed. Thinking of it now, I am reminded of the truck transport of holding half of a prefab house barreling down the highway with a swath of plastic exclaiming WIDE LOAD.
It's as if the house was cut in half. Sliced down the middle. In New York City it would be an modern art exhibit. Inside the parents were at the dining room table and a son was in an upstairs bedroom. Across there was a white Christmas tree covered in white lights. As we turned the corner, a large window on the front of the house also had a matching decoration, a white tree with white lights. A tree twin.
Oh! I exclaimed – they have two Christmas Trees.
And Lula said, "Wow! They must really not be Jewish."