Whenever I visit a stranger’s house, I like to play a game where I try to find out everything I can about that person without asking. Most people call this “snooping”. My dad calls it “I should not have read you so many teen detective books when you were a kid”.
My friends are house sitting for a rich couple for a few days and are throwing a party at their log cabin. I’m Garden Girl’s designated driver, so I’ve been amusing myself by exploring. No one minds, so long as I’m not too overt about it. They have young children - at least three, judging by the shoe sizes. Two boys, at least one girl - the eldest is about 9, the youngest about 3. Another child - a son - was stillborn (4 years ago?) and they are still grieving over him. One of the parents, probably the mother, has hypothyroidism and believes in aromatherapy and homeopathy. The father golfs occasionally, both kayak, one bikes. They primarily read books on child rearing and bestseller novels. They are not overtly religious but are likely culturally Christian and dabble in some New Age spirituality. The mother plays piano, and the parents encourage visual art in their children but have no talent of their own. They’re white. The mother has long red hair. They entertain a lot of guests and keep chickens. The boys play violin.