Back at the estate

“I have decided I want to be one of those mad old women,” I tell Jörn as we pull up to the estate

He throws a look at me that says, whilst holding back a rage, that he has no time for nonsense

— his eyes say that

I realize he’s angry at me

We both stand outside the crumbling mansion and look at at it. To me I see the new work done by the masons who have been hard at work; in fact I notice a  few new completed ionic columns where the top parts had been all broken away. They have fixed it like new! You can’t even tell the difference. So I stare at it awhile. For a moment I am breathless with the happy wonder of it

Only Jörn makes a disgusted sound as he gestures with his shoulder,
“why are you staying here?”

He looks at me in that challenging way he has that is almost antagonistic. But it’s not that, it’s something else; it’s a sublimation of his frustration with me— or what is that really? Passive aggressive?

I suppose I find it amusing in a way which is what makes me smile inappropriately just then. He sees this and seems to look even more enraged

“It’s a favor to Joanie,” I shrug to gloss over the moment

I start to head for the entrance over the broken stone walkway which was once a grand neo-classic entranceway and as we head inside over the old marble floor inside, covered in the soot of time and the regular traffic of the workmen, we hear something in the rafters

He looks at me pointedly,
“What was that?”

He stares with those eyes

I hide a smile,
“I don’t think you want to know, Jörn,” and I start towards through the main part of the interior that leads down a long hallway past the wide, elaborate, staircase ....that is also quite in a state of disrepair

My shoes echo down the checkerboard corridor —and squish too as they are still rather wet

There is a large ballroom that we pass where there sits an old broken piano

this makes me look at him because I see his eyes light

“Is that a Steinway?” he asks me

But I keep going then because I sense he is now intrigued. We pass the main dining hall and here I cut through the doorway that leads to the kitchens

It is huge

It took some doing but I figured out the trick of the old range positioned at the center of the main wall.... also huge. And somewhat intimidating. I couldn’t attempt it at first. It was so formidable to just stand in front of it at first. But then I remembered from Nigel how they work. And this kind was built to last ....never mind the state of the rest of the place.

I don’t think the kitchens, as they stand, would ever pass any public safety regulations. The floors are far from hygienic, for one thing, and the counters make my skin crawl

still, with some skill of ingenuity, I convinced a worker to lay a slab of marble by the old farm sink and this served as a good spot to chop an apple or make a sandwich and pull up the tall servant’s stool

There is a long old wood table at the center of the room that I imagine must have been where the cook and his assistants did most of their work. It is a fascinating piece with its battered dents and worn corners

These had been the servants kitchens and it is quite overwhelmingly huge to spend any time in

....by the time Ethan owned it he had a installed some “modern” equipment —so the refrigerator, that still works, was at that time state-of-the-art, of course but now to our eyes seems like it is something straight out of Donna Reed’s kitchen. And yet, thankfully, when I first found it, remarkably clean inside considering. It only took a few hours to scrub it down

I walk through to the narrow hallway that leads down to the servants quarters

“Where are you going?” he asks as he follows me

“To change out of these wet clothes. Did you bring clothes?” I ask him

I just hear an annoyed sound that comes from the depths of his throat as a reply

“Well, I’d offer to share mine but,” I laugh because his legs are much longer than mine

“I came to bring you back with me, min lilla duva,” he says now. “I didn’t count on a dip in the Hudson,” then adds, “we’re not staying the night here, in this bat infested haunted house— and uh—I have a concert tomorrow.”