I let him get in first, even though he held the door for me for a few seconds. “You know the way,” I said. He didn’t wait for me to tell him twice and walked in the kitchen.
“This is odd. I thought the new owner was updating at least the kitchen, but they changed nothing.” The man wasn’t disappointed. He went and opened the refrigerator. “Ha! See?” He showed me one of the shelves. “The stain from the bottom of grandma’s butter container is still here. Mom kept that thing forever.”
“It looks like the new owner treasures this house with a history.” I remembered the old looking bathroom I peeked into from the small window.
The outdated kitchen painted in white, with white cabinets and wooden countertops needed a big touch. A spider dropped into the sink from the ceiling. I didn’t scream, but I let Phillip go through the kitchen drawers and walked in a large living room. An odor of chlorine lingered in the air full of dust. The room was empty. I listened. Maybe the person who used the towel in the bathroom was still there. From the hall where I was I could hear Phillip gasping at some things he found. “I thought mom got rid of this, but no. She kept it.”
There were three bedrooms down the hall, and only the master bedroom had a bathroom of its own. The second bathroom was at the end of the hallway. That was the one I saw from outside.
For my surprise, the towel wasn’t there anymore. Nothing else has changed.
Then I realized the blinds covered the window I looked in from outside.