The house was a large well kept two story classic farm house.

Outside lights lit up the entrance, the white side of the house gleamed next to the opened dark green shutters which graced the windows.

Margaret kept her arm around Tarquin,

he didn’t mind,

he was truly freaked out by suddenly becoming a fugitive from justice.

It was all so unfair!

As expected the house was cheerful and warm.

They entered the back though the kitchen,

it was spotless, sporting gleaming pans and wooden counter tops with very expensive looking appliances.

Tarquin was sweaty and dirty,

he had stepped in a deep puddle coming over from the barn.

Margaret had apologized for steering him into it.

“We need to get you out of those wet clothes,

you get those muddy shoes off and I will run you a bath.”