After his wife left him Macon had thought the house would seem large. Instead he felt more crowded. The windows got smaller the ceilings lowered the furniture seemed bigger.
The house itself was very ordinary standing on street of similar house in an older part of Baltimore. The rooms were square and dark shaded from the hot summer sun by tall trees outside. Their son Ethan is old room was very neat as tidy and ordered as a room in a Holiday Inn.
Sarah is personal things like clothes were all gone of course
But it seemed that other thing could be personal too. Her sun chair for example. Macon looked at it and wondered how an empty space could be so full of a person. He could almost smell her sun oil and see the reflections in her dark glasses.
Well you have to carry on. You have to carry on. It was a chance to reorganize he told himself. You had to have some kind of system to run a house and Sarah had never understood that. She was the sort of woman who put plates of different size in one pile and who ran the dishwasher with only five forks in it.