Gemotions

“This used to be a speakeasy," the contractor had said casually, "Lots of things happened here.” The discovery of a hidden bar in the basement, complete with cobweb-draped bottles, filled Carol with both fascination and unease. She found herself drawn to the basement, spending hours in the cool, damp air, running her hands along the dusty bar. The thought of the outside, with its noise and expectations, became almost unbearable. She would stay in the house, in its safe embrace, forever, if she could.