The Man Who Never Boarded the Plane

The kitchen, wide, from the ceiling above the pantry door.

The main hall.

The foyer with its idiotic chandelier that Marguerite had loved and he had hated.

The formal parlor nobody sat in.

The east stair.

The upstairs landing.

The sunroom.

The breakfast nook where the girls actually ate, because nobody in the history of that house had ever eaten in the dining room except at a party.