After making sure the car started, they checked out the garden behind the house. To be honest, it was less of a garden and more of a tiny, mossy lawn with a single row of strawberry plants along the wall of the house.
Satisfied that she had checked out the house and that it was liveable, Maggie and Christopher got back in the car and headed back to the city.
“You’re moving already?!?” Christopher looked at Maggie as if she had grown an extra head. “What about your place?”
“One word: Sublet.” Maggie grinned. She would actually make money on that arrangement. “Look, you don’t have to help. Anita and that creepy, aryan-looking boyfriend of hers, what’s-his-name…”
“Maximilian,” Christopher helped.
