Knowing what they want, learning the rudiments helps a couple find their sunny corner of Dorchester
My fiancée, Lauralee, and I wandered through the newly renovated condo, peeking into each empty room. Sunlight bounced off the shiny hardwood floors. The walls and trim were freshly painted in coats of ivory and beige. The place was churchlike in its quiet — no squeaking floorboards, no sound from the neighbors. I forgot that we were in Dorchester.
I imagined putting groceries in the stainless-steel refrigerator, and Lauralee cooking stir fry on the jet-black range atop the gleaming chrome oven. I pressed my fingertips against one of the black countertops. The surface was cold, and I could see my reflection.