I visit the during a great summit of the leaders of the world, but the rats are about, and a great party rages, and I am distraught.
In this visit I entered the house while a great storm raged, with sea air whipping through the rooms and waves washing in through the windows.
The rats were alive again, scurrying about the house but always out of sight. My brother and I were dressed in fine suits with lapels in the style of the 1920s, with high wasted pants and suspenders. There was a summit of world leaders meeting in the living room, but simultaneously a group of my friends from high school playing poker in the kitchen. At one point I had to ascend the stairs to chide my beloved, who was the made, who was talking loudly on the phone such that the summit was interrupted.
The furniture of the summit was colonial, the entry hall was Victorian posh (with the rat cage having the curved top of an old bird cage). The kitchen was mid-century with linoleum tiles.
Distinct rooms included: The kitchen The living room The entry hall The connector room The upstairs bedrooms
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