Behind me, Odelia murmured.

I said, "My things."

"Shush," I said. "Once they're done, assist me pick an outfit for supper tonight. I don't want to wind up on looking ragged.”

My stuff is temporarily in an additional bedroom. Odelia and I picked out a traditional black outfit for myself .

 The only things I found interesting were the dusty grand piano in the fourth-floor parlor and the unusual bookcases in the master bedroom.

The home was immaculate and ready for a showing, except for the sealed basement.  

Luke wouldn't want Odelia to know if he had a sex dungeon.

Odelia disagreed. "Ugh," she muttered, pulling the basement door doorknob....