Brock opens the door,
revealing a second sitting room beyond, this one obviously kept for
special occasions and sunday best. A three piece suite horseshoes an
open fireplace and oak coffee table.
“No dust,” he says
to himself, before returning to the last door. This leads to a short
hall that becomes a staircase, curving up to the left. At its base,
another door, which opens into a cold room, or pantry, though its
shelf lined walls are empty and bare.
Up the stairs and Brock
finds four bedrooms, three of which contain a single bed, bedside
table with lamp, chest of drawers and a wardrobe. The beds are made,
but the furniture contains no clothes or personal items whatsoever.
The fourth bedroom is the same, though the bed is a double.
“I don't understand,”
he says to himself, stroking and studying his block, “Where's the
imbalance?”
