![]() “I looked into that one, too, but there was no clawfoot bathtub.” Most of the homes on this street are rentals.” I nod at a nearly identical home across the narrow lane with shingled siding and purple hydrangeas bursting in all directions in the front yard. “So, someone owns this place and rents it out? I can’t imagine anyone not wanting to live here year round.” Not when you’ve scored us this view.” Jude adjusts the surfboard under his arm. “No one needs a whole napkin if they eat carefully enough,” I sing back cheerfully. ![]() I guess ripping your napkins in half paid off.” Wheeling my suitcase in one hand, holding the house key poised for immediate lock insertion in the other, I look back over my shoulder to find life returning to Jude’s boyishly handsome features. My toes are already wiggling in anticipation of digging into the sand while the New England sun bakes my skin north of translucent and most importantly of all, my baby brother gets a change of scenery to recover from his heartbreak. The bright white jewel with sparkling windows is right on the Cape Cod coast, boasts a wraparound porch and walkway straight down to a semi-private beach. ![]() ![]() It is only through pinching pennies and rationing resources for years that I have been able to afford this truly luxurious beach house for six whole days-on a second grade teacher’s salary. Important Reasons for Having Mirrors in Elevators ![]()
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