“Are you coming?” She stood at the top of the staircase, looking back at his head tilted up at the ceiling.
“Yeah, I’m coming.” He ran up the stairs.
She opened a door with a realistic etching of a horse in the glass. “This is my dad’s office.”
Mitch looked around the dark-wood office, at the bronze statues of horses and eagles on shelves and tables. “Your dad must like horses.”
“He loves them. He races, mostly Appaloosas.” Sonja pointed up a narrow stairway, where racing trophies sat on the second story of the office.
She continued the tour through several bedrooms, living spaces, an indoor swimming pool, and an enormous game room. Sonja stopped to sit inside a telephone booth inside the house.
“And that’s our racquetball court,” she said, pointing at an opposing glass wall.
“As one has,” Mitch said with a casual, dry wit.
“You’re funny.” She smiled. “Come on.” She tugged him. “I want to show you something really cool.” She walked into a closet, motioning for him to follow. “I don’t normally show people this room, so consider yourself lucky.”
“Interesting …,” he said as he looked around at the coat hangers. “No offense, but this is one of the more underwhelming rooms of the house.”
“Just wait.” She slid her fingers around the wood-paneled walls, looking for something.