(With a watercolor painting in the bathroom that had always calmed her to look at and a squeaky floorboard in the hallway that had always pleased her to step on and a powder-blue laundry room that she’d loved to sit in just to smell the fresh scent of the lavender detergent that was always lingering in the air and in the kitchen a cozy breakfast nook with a turquoise table that she’d liked to read the funnies at every morning with eggs or toast or marshmallow cereal bobbing in a bowl of milk.)