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barely a pause said, “come this way,” and abruptly took off again.
He led Jason toward a set of dark wooden paneled doors that dominated the end of the foyer, but then he turned to the right instead.
Down a short hallway Augere paused before the entrance to a modern gleaming kitchen that held stainless steel appliances. There were grey marble countertops and white and black cabinets. Otherwise the kitchen was stark and basic. There was not even a table and chairs, though there was room enough for them. Just off of the kitchen, there was a huge walk in pantry, with numerous floor to ceiling shelves—space enough to store nonperishables for a year probably—except all of the shelves were empty.
“You will need to get provisions,” Augere stated simply, still with no eye contact. “I never take any meal here.”
Provisions? Whoever says “provisions?”
“This way,” Augere said, taking off again at a brisk pace as Jason tried to keep up.
He paused outside of the two dark paneled doors at the end of the foyer and as he opened them he stepped aside so Jason could see inside. What met his curious gaze was one of the most beautiful rooms Jason had ever seen. He stared, taking in as many details as he could at once: a huge black desk dominated the middle of the room, sitting on a large round gold, black and white oriental rug placed over a forest green carpet. Rich earth and jewel toned hues were to be found everywhere: in the various plush chairs and several small sofas, the lamps, the drapes, the varied art work that covered the walls.
His eyes rested on a plush deep purple chair, then a rose toned couch with crimson pillows; a small emerald green loveseat sat across from a deep burgundy one. Several built in dark wood bookcases along the room’s perimeter were completely filled with books; there was a modestly large flat screen TV on a dark wood shelf unit, with several DVD’s lying on a nearby dark round end table; a huge mahogany fireplace—and all of it Jason thought, seemed ready for the cover of a glossy home decor magazine. He didn’t get to see the rest, as Augere was once again on the move, telling him, “You may use the contents of the library as you wish.” He led him down a hallway on the opposite side of the foyer. He stopped in front of a door and stood there looking silently at Jason. After a moment, Jason guessed he was expected to take the initiative and he opened the door himself. It was a laundry room, with a gleaming white washer and dryer, complete with a small comfortable sitting area, a place to fold laundry, an ironing board and shelves for supplies; these shelves too were empty, and the entire room had an unused look. Jason nodded, and then closed the door. So far everything seemed to have a new feel or a freshly painted look to it. The house, the furnishings—all of it even seemed to have a “new” smell that was quite pleasing though somewhat unexpected. Almost as if he were viewing a model home, staged but not lived in.
Augere had already moved on, and Jason had to hurry to catch up. Now they were back in the kitchen again and Augere showed him an entrance to the garage through a covered breezeway that also opened onto a portion of an enclosed patio. A set of car keys hung on a hook by the kitchen door.
“You may take the car as you need to, within reason. Always ask me first, and remember to replace the keys.”
Along the brief tour they had passed several other closed doors but none of those areas were shown to Jason. They arrived back in the foyer, stopping at a large black console table along the wall in the foyer, quite near the other dark carved door identical and opposite to the one that led to Jason’s quarters.
Jason stood admiring the beautiful black table, the base of which was comprised of several gothic arches. A huge violet colored vase on the table held a dozen or more roses of various dark hues. Augere retrieved a set of keys from the table and handed
He led Jason toward a set of dark wooden paneled doors that dominated the end of the foyer, but then he turned to the right instead.
Down a short hallway Augere paused before the entrance to a modern gleaming kitchen that held stainless steel appliances. There were grey marble countertops and white and black cabinets. Otherwise the kitchen was stark and basic. There was not even a table and chairs, though there was room enough for them. Just off of the kitchen, there was a huge walk in pantry, with numerous floor to ceiling shelves—space enough to store nonperishables for a year probably—except all of the shelves were empty.
“You will need to get provisions,” Augere stated simply, still with no eye contact. “I never take any meal here.”
Provisions? Whoever says “provisions?”
“This way,” Augere said, taking off again at a brisk pace as Jason tried to keep up.
He paused outside of the two dark paneled doors at the end of the foyer and as he opened them he stepped aside so Jason could see inside. What met his curious gaze was one of the most beautiful rooms Jason had ever seen. He stared, taking in as many details as he could at once: a huge black desk dominated the middle of the room, sitting on a large round gold, black and white oriental rug placed over a forest green carpet. Rich earth and jewel toned hues were to be found everywhere: in the various plush chairs and several small sofas, the lamps, the drapes, the varied art work that covered the walls.
His eyes rested on a plush deep purple chair, then a rose toned couch with crimson pillows; a small emerald green loveseat sat across from a deep burgundy one. Several built in dark wood bookcases along the room’s perimeter were completely filled with books; there was a modestly large flat screen TV on a dark wood shelf unit, with several DVD’s lying on a nearby dark round end table; a huge mahogany fireplace—and all of it Jason thought, seemed ready for the cover of a glossy home decor magazine. He didn’t get to see the rest, as Augere was once again on the move, telling him, “You may use the contents of the library as you wish.” He led him down a hallway on the opposite side of the foyer. He stopped in front of a door and stood there looking silently at Jason. After a moment, Jason guessed he was expected to take the initiative and he opened the door himself. It was a laundry room, with a gleaming white washer and dryer, complete with a small comfortable sitting area, a place to fold laundry, an ironing board and shelves for supplies; these shelves too were empty, and the entire room had an unused look. Jason nodded, and then closed the door. So far everything seemed to have a new feel or a freshly painted look to it. The house, the furnishings—all of it even seemed to have a “new” smell that was quite pleasing though somewhat unexpected. Almost as if he were viewing a model home, staged but not lived in.
Augere had already moved on, and Jason had to hurry to catch up. Now they were back in the kitchen again and Augere showed him an entrance to the garage through a covered breezeway that also opened onto a portion of an enclosed patio. A set of car keys hung on a hook by the kitchen door.
“You may take the car as you need to, within reason. Always ask me first, and remember to replace the keys.”
Along the brief tour they had passed several other closed doors but none of those areas were shown to Jason. They arrived back in the foyer, stopping at a large black console table along the wall in the foyer, quite near the other dark carved door identical and opposite to the one that led to Jason’s quarters.
Jason stood admiring the beautiful black table, the base of which was comprised of several gothic arches. A huge violet colored vase on the table held a dozen or more roses of various dark hues. Augere retrieved a set of keys from the table and handed
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