The house was bigger than Adam had imagined. He climbed the stairs warily, careful not to reveal the pink socks to anyone silently lurking behind him. The floor above was light and airy. Specks of dust shone through the window like diamonds. He paused on the top stair to admire the pretty effect. Pretty?! Adam was suddenly very aware of the lace itching against his skin, as if somehow the fabric had planted the word in his head. Pretty...he'd barely used that word to describe girls he liked. He hitched his jeans up a little higher and decided to turn back. It seemed that Ms. Sterious was right - no one else was here yet, and exploring could wait until he was well rested and feeling less..."pretty".
A doughy smell wafted through the floorboards. That's what he needed - food. Food would clear his head. Turning his back on the 3rd floor, he made his way downstairs...
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