Washing the House with Jasper was surprisingly fun. It was also hard work, because the House had years of embedded grime in her shingles. “Did you somehow roll in the mud?” Mélanie found herself accusing the house at one point. “And… in a pine tree?”
The House bumped one set of shutters in her direction.
“I can’t tell if that’s a yes or a no,” Mélanie admitted. “But I need some sort of brush that can get up here under the shutters. Maybe a butter knife, actually. “
Jasper frowned at the scrub brush he was holding. “I could–“
A window opened and a butter knife slid out into Mélanie’s hand. Continue reading