They say that when one door closes, another door opens. In my case, the door belonged to Berry and her family. They asked me to house sit for them that summer while they relaxed at their home in Cape Cod. This gave me some time to
heal in beautiful surroundings.
Their
house was located in Laurel Canyon , an eclectic residential area with homes
ranging from mountain retreats and English Tudor cottages to Mediterranean
and Cape Cod style architecture. Living at
their Spanish Hacienda fashioned family home tucked away in the hills allowed
me to stay completely away from Bobby because he didn't have a clue where I was
living.
Blondie and I looked after the Perkins home and their dogs, mutts named
Charlie and Gregory. It was relaxing and I felt blessed to have the
opportunity.
There was only one problem. Rats.
They kept me up
all night. Dancing inside the walls. They came knocking in the kitchen. They
haunted the house in the Canyon.
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