The girl purred. ‘Yummy. I want him, grandmamma. Buy him for me. When he’s my dolly I’ll put him in new underwear every day.’ The plumy old wo...an shuffled in her seat and offered a thin patronising smile. ‘That appears to be settled then. We’ll take the he – she – whatever it is. Hecan go with us now.’ ‘It will take an hour to pack.’ ‘Don’t bother packing anything. Everything needed will be provided in his new home.’ Closing up behind Fifi, Miranda purred. ‘Are you pleased? You do want to be my. A worn Kilim rug covers the living area, while the rest of the floors are hardwood, probably fir. Across from the couch is a wood stove with a generous pile of logs and branches resting next to it in a copper pot. A small round, wood kitchen table and two chairs sit next to a large pane window, and the kitchen essentially runs along the back wall of the cabin. It has an old gas stove, large farmhouse sink, and a fridge. There’s a closet near the front door, and two other doors which I presume. But I thought about the long term and didn't say anything, I could see myself getting bored.Over the next few weeks we alternated between mine and Amanda's houses and I had to admit it was difficult, the things we both needed always seemed to be at the other house. The two divorces were progressing, Amanda had agreed to the offer from James, and I had written confirmation that Christine was going to accept my offer. I set about raising a small mortgage on my house to pay her the thirty. They arrived at her home and she showed him into the basement apartment. Like all the rest of the house, it was well taken care of, very modern, with up to date appliances and all. It had a kind small room that could be used as a study room too. Rafael was taken aback by it: ‘Dr. Little, this is lovely, it’s really more than I ever hoped to find for myself. This is way beyond anything that you should probably be doing for me.’ ‘Rafael,’ she said, ‘Look at it this way. There’s lots of property.