“How’s that for moving houses?” Van asked.
He shrugged. It wasn’t a house, it was a trailer. Extra wide maybe, but still a trailer.
“I can’t wait to stand on our front porch,” Emmy said with a clap of hands.
It wasn’t a porch…. it was a extended door.
“What? Honey aren’t you excited?”
“Well, you could act like it!”
Well, he could, but what was he excited about? Not a trailer no matter how pretty inside. Not a bolted together house….
Walking away was what he was excited about and he did.